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But Emi knew better.

Emi took the crane. When she looked up, the woman in the yellow coat was gone.

Emi’s finger hovered over the keyboard. She had typed the same sequence so many times that the keys had worn smooth: . Searching for- hikari ninomiya in-All Categorie...

She clicked the drop-down menu. All Categories.

But Emi smiled, clutching the paper crane. She finally understood. But Emi knew better

Not a single mention. Not in Books, not in Periodicals, not in Archives, not in the grainy microfiche of the Kanagawa Times from 1998. It was as if Hikari Ninomiya had never existed.

It wasn’t a book. It wasn’t a news clipping. It was a , timestamped from exactly one year ago today: USER: ninomiya.h – COMMAND: DELETE SELF – STATUS: COMPLETE The screen went black. Then, in the reflection, Emi saw someone standing behind her. Emi’s finger hovered over the keyboard

Yuki had died in the tsunami. Everyone knew that. Her name brought up 1,247 results: memorials, news articles, a Wikipedia stub. But Hikari? Hikari had simply… slipped through the cracks of the database.

“You finally looked in the right category, Emi-chan,” Hikari said softly. “I’m not in Books or News. I’m in All Categories because I chose to be in none.”