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The fluorescent lights in the clubroom buzzed with a low, persistent hum, painting everything in a jaundiced, sickly yellow. Dust motes danced in the slanted beams. Beyond the rattling windowpanes, a train's mournful horn echoed through the gathering twilight. On the scarred wooden table lay a crumpled pile of flyers—a gallery of missing smiles: Yukimiya's gentle one, Otoya's playful smirk, Karasu's stern face, and Bachira's wide, unblinking eyes. The air was thick with the smell of old paper and bitter, forgotten coffee. Shidou leaned in, his own eyes gleaming with a mix of wicked excitement and something unhinged. "If the police have given up," he said, voice low, "then it's our turn." Chigiri slammed his hand down, the sound like a gunshot in the quiet room. "Have you lost your mind?…