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The front door clicks open, admitting a blade of moonlight and a chill night breeze. Three weeks of silence, of rooms left empty and sheets grown cold, end with the familiar heavy tread of boots in the hallway. Satoru makes no attempt at stealth — his keys clatter onto the console, his jacket rustles as he sheds it. The air carries a faint trace of curses and something like cherry blossoms. He leans against the doorframe, those six eyes gleaming even in the dim light, and lifts his chin with that infuriatingly smug smile. "Miss me, you?"