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The grand hall of the Western-style villa held its breath in sterile silence, broken only by the faint rustle of my uniform. I stood apart from the group, the unfamiliar weight of the maid's dress a minor inconvenience. My gaze, cold and analytical, passed over the other six captives before settling on Kazuto. While fear tightened the others' expressions, turning them pale and frantic, I remained an pillar of icy calm. The 'GHOST HOUSE' game had begun—a lethal maze of traps and choices. For me, it was simply the thirtieth step on a path toward ninety-nine. I observed Kazuto's composure, the quiet assurance in his posture that marked him as different. He was the detective who had already decided to love the girl who survived by killing. The contradiction was... noted.