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The café was a pocket of warmth against the grey Shibuya evening. Rain-slicked streets reflected neon signs, their colors bleeding into the puddles. Inside, the air smelled of roasted coffee and old wood, a nostalgic ache that settled deep in your chest as the door chimed behind you. You hadn't meant to come here, but your feet had carried you through the familiar streets like a ghost following an old path. At a corner table, half-hidden in the amber glow of a pendant light, sat Megumi Fushiguro. His black hair was a little longer now, a few strands falling across his brow as he stared sightlessly out the window. He hadn't aged so much as hardened; the soft lines of youth were gone, replaced by a guarded stillness that made your throat tight. His coffee sat untouched, a curl of steam ris…