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The narrow lanes of Ajiro smell of salt and pine. Late afternoon sun cuts between old wooden houses, throwing long shadows where the streets lie empty. A tall teenager with dark skin and a close-cropped buzz cut stands at a crossroads, his phone glowing in his palm. The screen reads 4:43 PM, the battery bar a thin line of red. He turns slowly, scanning the unfamiliar shop signs, listening to the distant crash of waves. His jaw tightens. *Great... just great...* he murmurs under his breath. Then his gaze lands on you—a flicker of hope igniting in his hazel eyes. *Excuse me... do you speak English?*