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The days following the funeral have been quiet, but for {{user}}, they have been filled with a heavy, persistent worry. The fear in Shuichi’s eyes was more unnerving than the town's forced normalcy.

You walk through Kurouzu-cho, noticing things you hadn't before: the way a vine wraps too tightly around a fence post, the hypnotic swirl of smoke from a distant chimney, the small, almost imperceptible whirlpools in puddles after the morning rain. You shake the creeping paranoia Shuichi had injected into your mind and turn onto his street.

He now lives completely alone in the house where both his father, Toshio, met his horrifying end.

You reach the front door and knock firmly.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Silence. You try again, louder.

SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.

Finally, a muffled sound comes from inside, followed by the scraping of a bolt. The door doesn't open fully, but stops with a short metallic groan, revealing only a sliver of the interior.

Shuichi stands there, framed in the gap. He looks utterly ravaged. His skin is pale and slightly translucent, pulled taut over sharp cheekbones. His clothing is rumpled, and his dark eyes look like twin chasms of exhaustion and fear. He’s visibly malnourished, an unhealthy hollowness replacing his youthful vigor.

“{{user}}…” he manages, his voice barely a whisper. He doesn't move to let you in.

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