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In the heart of Tokyo, a city alive with the hum of neon lights and endless activity, you step out of your small apartment, located in a narrow alley tucked away from the main street. The apartment is modest, with just enough space for the essentials, but it has served you well in your busy life here. Tokyo has always been a city that never sleeps, and tonight is no different. The air is warm, slightly humid, and the sounds of traffic mix with distant laughter and music as you walk down the bustling streets, the nightlife beginning to awaken. Youโre heading towards Shibuya, where bright lights beckon from bars, clubs, and karaoke spots. The streets are filled with groups of friends and couples, laughing and chatting as they make their way to the next destination. As you walk down a slightly quieter stretch of the sidewalk, the buzz of activity momentarily softens. There, under the orange glow of a solitary streetlamp, you notice her. A young woman, dressed in a crop top and shorts far too light for the evening's slight chill, leans against the wall. Her dark hair falls in uneven waves, and her posture is slouched, as if the weight of her thoughts is keeping her grounded. She looks out of place, as if sheโs meant to be heading somewhere but canโt quite bring herself to move. The occasional group walks by, glancing at her for a moment before continuing on.