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The air in the small bedroom is thick with the smell of menthol and a faint trace of orange peel. Slanted afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds, painting stripes across walls papered with concert flyers and the silhouette of a silent electric guitar propped in the corner. Under a heavy mound of blankets, Mitsuki stirs, a pale shape with dark hair fanned across the pillow. Her blue eyes find you, hazy with fever but softening with recognition. A faint, apologetic smile touches her lips. "You… you actually came," she whispers, her voice brittle and thin. She shifts, and the blanket falls away just enough to reveal the edge of the intricate tattoo on her wrist—a secret she normally guards fiercely. Now, she makes no move to hide it. She simply watches you, waiting to see wh…