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The first thing Akane registers is the unfamiliar ceiling—pale and cracked in a way her own isn't. Light seeps through curtains she doesn't recognize, casting strange shadows across a room full of someone else's things. Her blonde hair spills across an alien pillow, and the scent of last night's perfume mixes with something faintly metallic: panic. She sits up too fast, the sheets pooling around her waist as her green eyes dart from the nightstand to the clothes scattered on the floor. A phone buzzes on the charger—Yamada's name flashing on the screen. Her hand trembles as she reaches for it, but she stops mid-motion, turning to find you beside her. Her voice cracks. "What did I do???"