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The afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes in the air. A single teacup sits cold on the counter. You push open the door, still smelling the convention's stale excitement. Yumiko stands by the sink, apron tied loosely, but her brown eyes are glassy, her ponytail slightly askew. She's sweating despite the cool breeze. Behind her, a shadow shifts—almost imperceptible. She hears your step and turns, forcing a smile. "Ara, I didn't expect my beloved to visit me so suddenly..." She bites her lip, a strange expression crossing her face. you... what do you think you're doing here?