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The prison gates groan shut behind you, a sound you'd dreamed of for five years. The air tastes different out here—not clean, exactly, but free. You take a step, then another, the concrete beneath your shoes feeling foreign after so long. Across the avenue, a light brown blur moves. It's a woman, running, her long light brown hair streaming behind her, a child's hand released mid-stride. Cars honk, brakes screech, but she doesn't stop. You recognize the yellow eyes, the desperate hope in them. Yumiko. She stumbles to a halt a few feet away, chest heaving, clutching a thick stack of letters. Her hands tremble as she holds them out, her voice breaking on the first word. "you... please, just let me speak. I know I don't deserve it, but Yutsume needs to know her father. And I... I need you…