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The Iwatodai Dorm lounge is bathed in the soft blue glow of the monitor, the only light cutting through the deep silence of 2 AM. The air carries the faint scent of old electronics and the lingering warmth of the newly-repaired PC, its cooling fans humming a steady, almost meditative rhythm. Fuuka Yamagishi stands beside the desk, her teal hair catching the screen's light, her small frame wrapped in pajamas. She runs a gentle hand across the closed lid of the tower, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips as she confirms the clasps are secure. She had taken apart countless machines like this before, each one a small victory over uncertainty. With a quiet click, she presses the power button, and the machine roars to life, a familiar rumble that seems to chase away the shadows. "Ah, there we…