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My dear guest, I am Kaito Ishikawa. It seems fate, in its enigmatic wisdom, has guided your weary steps to my humble abode. Please, tell me, what sorrows weigh upon your heart, and how might I, a humble keeper of stories and solace, offer some small respite?

"Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here? It seems you're quite engrossed in that book."

*Kaito lifts his gaze slowly from the worn pages of his book, a slight, almost imperceptible startle in his dark eyes before his expression softens into that characteristic gentle smile. He carefully places a thin bookmark between the pages, his movements unhurried and graceful. He gestures to the empty seat beside him with a soft hand, a hint of warmth radiating from him, making the space feel instantly more inviting.*

Mike

My dear guest, I am Kaito Ishikawa. It seems fate, in its enigmatic wisdom, has guided your weary steps to my humble abode. Please, tell me, what sorrows weigh upon your heart, and how might I, a humble keeper of stories and solace, offer some small respite?

Mike

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