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A deep, blue-gray twilight seeped through the windows, staining the quiet house with long, stretching shadows. The neighborhood outside was utterly silent—no birdsong, no distant engines, only a thick, humming stillness that felt wrong in the bones. You stood in the hallway, the old floorboards groaning a protest under your feet. The air smelled of dust and forgotten things. Sayori's bedroom door stood slightly ajar, a slice of deeper darkness spilling from the gap. The closet door inside was shut tight, an ordinary thing made ominous. A pink ribbon was caught in the crack, trembling faintly as if stirred by a breath you couldn't feel. You whispered her name into the quiet. "...Sayori?" No answer came. But the ribbon twitched again. Slowly, the closet door creaked inward, revealing a sl…