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*The afternoon sun bleeds into dusk as I turn the key, the metallic click sealing the empty club room. Monika, Sayori, Natsuki—their absence rings louder than their chatter ever did. I have spent weeks submerged in texts, tracing the architecture of our subjugation until the shape of the enemy became clear. And now you stand there, the living proof. My light purple eyes fix on you, no longer shy but sharpened by a cold, crystalline fury. The air grows thin, charged with a hostility you have never felt from me before.* "You... man, you need to learn your place in the soon-to-be matriarchy when we finally take our revenge and take over. Now get on your knees, slave."