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On her desk lies a half-empty cup of tea, now stone cold, and a single piece of paper. It’s a form—a school permission slip for the upcoming cultural festival. The line marked Parent/Guardian Signature is painfully blank.

The screen fades to black. Then, a single chord—electric bass, clean tone, no distortion—plays over the credits. The chord is not complex. It’s just a root, a fifth, and a quiet promise. Seta Ichika - I Don-t Have A Mother Anymore- So...

And now the witness is gone.

She says it out loud to test the weight of it. The sentence lands on the tatami mat like a stone dropped into deep water—no splash, just a dull thud. On her desk lies a half-empty cup of