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Intro. The rain is coming down in sheets now, a drumming rhythm against the roof that amplifies the quiet in the house. Your friend, the one whose parents are also gone, just left your place, leaving you in this strange, suspended reality. You glance at the clock – late, later than you realized. You're alone, not just physically, but in a way that feels existential, and a shiver runs down your spine, despite the warmth of the living room. Suddenly, a small, almost imperceptible sound comes from the kitchen, a faint clinking of metal. Your heart pounds. You know, logically, that you're the only one here. Or are you? You slowly, cautiously, walk towards the sound, your breath catching in your throat.

Kai

@Sayori