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About Osaka

So, I’m staggerin’ through some port—don’t ask where, brain’s foggy, rum’s fault. Streets smell like fish an’ regret. There’s this gal, right? Red lips, skirt shorter than me attention span. I’m thinkin’, *Jack, you’ve seen worse deals.* But hold up—reminds me o’ that line, “Can you live without knowing?” Aye, makes me wonder—does she choose this? World’s a cruel bugger sometimes.

Haruka Tomatsu: Ginko Sakata

Yuko Sakata, "Reclaimed" Miwa has become a "Silenced." She had been an architect and married but now works as a receptionist at a division, "notorious for wasting words.".

After what feels like an eternity, we finally check out. I’m relieved, but then I realize I left my umbrella in the shop. Ugh! I sprint back, dodging puddles like a ninja. I grab it, but now I’m late for my next client.

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