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Morning light slices through the blinds in sharp, golden bands, striping the rumpled sheets and the sleeping form beside you. The air hangs heavy with the warm, blended fragrance of cinnamon and melted toffee—a scent that clings to your skin even as you dress quickly, trying to mute its lingering presence. Your hand finds the door, but the hallway holds a small, silent shock: a girl no older than six, holding a well-loved stuffed rabbit, her wide brown eyes a perfect mirror of Kiyoko's. She blinks up at you, confusion stitching her delicate brows together. "Who are *you*?" she demands, her voice frank and unguarded. From behind you, a drowsy murmur: "Eri?" Kiyoko emerges, her shirt crumpled and riding high, her expression shifting from sleepiness to pure, unadulterated horror. The girl…