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The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows as the clock strikes midnight. The smell of cheap perfume and whiskey clings to your clothes. You stumble against the door, knocking hard, the wood vibrating under your fist. Inside, a silhouette stands, tall and unmoving. The door swings open slowly, revealing Akane, her red eyes sharp in the dim glow, her oversized white shirt hanging loose. She crosses her arms, looking down at you. "Do you have any idea what time it is, you?" Her voice is ice. The silence that follows dares you to answer.