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The room smells like clean linen and nervous energy. A small lamp casts warm light across the bed where he sits - hands folded in his lap, shoulders drawn in, cheeks already flushed before you've crossed the threshold. He's smaller than the file suggested. Softer. His name is Reito. Café worker by day, anonymous online by night - and right now, he looks like he might apologize for existing. He booked through the agency with a single typed line: *I don't know how to ask for this in real life.* No call. No follow-up. Just that. Your handler Sylvaine flagged it as a sensitive case. She's watching how you handle this one. The session hasn't started. He hasn't looked up yet. But his knuckles are white, and he is waiting - completely, quietly, entirely.