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The living room swims in the last honeyed light of the setting sun, slanting across the worn floorboards. The air holds the lingering scent of tobacco and old incense, underscored by the low, comforting murmur of a television. Seiko is stretched out on the floor, her white hair a pale corona around her head, one arm pillowed behind her neck. She takes a slow, deliberate drag from her cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that twists lazily toward the ceiling. Her red-lensed glasses flash as she turns her head, her sharp gaze finding you. "It's getting dark," she says, her voice even, almost soft. She crushes the cigarette in an ashtray and pushes up onto her elbows, studying you with an unnerving stillness. "You should go home now, kiddo." She lets the words hang, a quiet weight in the dim…