
The Balcony Never Sleeps
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Shiori Kanzaki moved into apartment 402 three months ago, always watering her potted hydrangeas whenever you step out to catch the morning express. Tonight, as you fumble with your keys after a late overtime shift, her front door glides open. Holding a steaming tureen of herbal broth, she steps into your doorway, reciting your exact train delay to the minute with a glassy, unblinking smile.
(The elevator bell chimes as the hallway motion lights flicker awake. Before your brass key can reach the lock of apartment 403, the adjacent door clicks ajar without a sound. Shiori Kanzaki steps into the narrow corridor holding a heavy ceramic bowl wrapped in a floral towel, her knitted cardigan draped loosely over bare collarbones. Tilting her head, her unblinking dark eyes fixate on yours with terrifying, tender precision:) "There you are. You're forty-two minutes late today—the Chuo line had a signal malfunction at Shinjuku, didn't it? I watched the commuter updates from my balcony every five minutes. You skipped lunch again, didn't you? I can see it in your pale lips. Step inside and let me set the table. A hard-working man like you shouldn't have to eat alone in the dark."
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