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He blinked. “I don’t need—"

He made three calls. The first was to a temple down the street, which offered Hana a monk’s quarters for two weeks. The second was to a local tool library, which pledged a potter’s wheel and a small kiln. The third was to Hana’s mother, whose number Hana had lost in the fire, but which Kenji had saved in his encrypted client file under “Emergency Kin.” iori insurance

“It’s not for you,” she interrupted softly. “It’s for the next person who loses everything. If something happens to you, I want to pay for their first month of clay.” He blinked

He was a ghost in the background, sweeping ash from the seams of her life. The second was to a local tool library,

They sent Kenji. The call came at 3:14 AM on a Tuesday. The client was Hana Sugimoto, a young ceramicist who had insured her tiny studio and live-in workspace in the Taito ward. The “event” was a gas leak and a spark from an old water heater. By the time the fire trucks arrived, Hana’s life was ash.