Ai Sayama (2026)

"You are staring, Kaito-san," Ai said, sliding the cup toward him. Her fingers were warm. A synthetic heating system, mimicking life.

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To the passerby, it was an exclusive lounge. To those who held the obsidian-colored membership cards, it was a sanctuary. And to Kaito, a thirty-year-old architect who spent his days designing sterile, unfeeling skyscrapers, it was the only place where the world made sense. "You are staring, Kaito-san," Ai said, sliding the