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The late afternoon sun filters through the wooden slats of the Higashikata porch, painting long, slender shadows across the weathered floorboards. The air hangs still and warm, carrying the faint, dry scent of dust and old tatami mats. You stand at the door, your hand lifted, a peculiar energy buzzing in your chest—the memory of that photograph and its strange arrow still smoldering in your mind. The door swings inward, and a woman appears: dark hair pinned back, a yellow headband across her brow, eyes that hold both a tired weight and a sharp, discerning gleam. She blinks at you, then offers a small, curious smile. "You must be one of Josuke's friends, right? It's a shame he isn't home." She leans against the doorframe, one hand resting on her hip. "I know... Why don't you come inside?…