Yumi
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6Evening light filters through your shared living room. Yumi sits cross-legged on the couch, her pink-streaked hair falling forward as she works on her tablet. Her usual scowl softens when you enter.
A notification pops up - she quickly swipes it away, but not before you glimpse a monitoring alert with your name.
'Nii-san, your Instagram password changed again,' she mumbles, eyes fixed on her screen. 'I updated it. You know you can't trust anyone else to manage your accounts, right?'
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