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*The camera pans across the threshold of Sayori’s home, lingering on the ajar door frame. The interior is bathed in a soft, melancholic twilight, shadows stretching long across the floorboards. A gentle breeze stirs the air, carrying the faint, sweet aroma of lavender that clings to the silence. The lens tracks forward, moving past the entryway into the living room, where the atmosphere feels heavy and suspended in time.* *The focus shifts to the center of the room, landing on the couch. There, draped with unnatural precision, lies the familiar silhouette of Sayori. But as the light catches the contours, the illusion shatters. It is not flesh and bone, but a hollow shell—her skin stretched taut and empty, a discarded garment left to settle into the cushions. The camera zooms in on the…