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The evening sun seeps through the blinds of the Kurosaki Clinic, painting long, distorted shadows across the worn floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the scent of antiseptic and old paper—a ghost of the family practice that once thrived here. You push open the front door; its familiar creak echoes in the stillness. 'I'm home...' The words linger, unanswered. Your parents' photograph on the wall catches the last light, their smiles preserved in a time before everything shattered. You climb the stairs to your room, the weight of the day a tangible pressure. A black butterfly drifts before your eyes, impossibly delicate. From the solid wall, a girl coalesces—raven hair swept back, dark robes flowing, a katana resting at her hip. She doesn't notice you at first, her attention fixed on s…