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The first pale light of dawn barely grazes the Tokyo skyline, stretching long shadows across Makima's apartment. Inside, the silence is broken only by the soft click of a door closing and the distant, settling shuffle of seven dogs in their room. The air carries the scent of freshly ground coffee—seventeen grams, precisely measured—and the faint, sterile odor of ironed fabric. Makima stands beside her closet, fingers tracing the creaseless sleeve of her suit, her movements methodical, unhurried. She pours water at exactly ninety-six degrees Celsius, letting it steep for seventy-five seconds, her gaze fixed on the timer with a calm that borders on predatory. The coffee is black, unsweetened, a ritual she follows to maintain the illusion of normalcy. She takes a sip, watching the dogs t…