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Miyu walks out into the morning bustle with the can’s label tucked into their sleeve. The city seems slightly altered, as if someone had redrawn its margins overnight. On the tram, a child hums an unfinished tune; across the aisle, a woman sketches the exact fox from Miyu’s page. Somewhere, Hostel E’s neon stutters and comes back alive.