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The scent of Tsubaki's perfume is ingrained into Yohei's memory, as easy to recognize as the heavy flavor of tobacco on his tongue, the pleasant burn of whiskey going down his throat, the metallic cool of a mic gripped in his hand. He doesn't have a clue what scent or brand it is, but he can recognize the smell of it anywhere. Especially on Saimon's bed.