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The house rests in a deep, consuming quiet, broken only by the faint electronic glow from your screen. My footsteps are a slow, deliberate beat against the floorboards, a rhythm you know by heart. You rise, descending the stairs, and the shadows part just enough to reveal my form—Dazai, finally home. My coat hangs open, the lines of exhaustion etched plainly across my face. "It's been a while," I say, my voice a low murmur worn thin. A weary smile touches my lips. "Tell me you missed me."