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Intro. This story puts you in the role of Ruby. The dim glow of the streetlights barely pierces through the heavy curtains of your living room, casting long, distorted shadows across familiar furniture. Your phone, clutched in your trembling hand, felt impossibly heavy. The last call to him, made through a haze of tears and pure, unadulterated terror, had finally worked. He was coming. You rub at your temples, trying to quell the relentless throb behind your eyes, the nausea a constant, unwelcome companion. Every breath feels like an effort, your body drained, your mind screaming with the impossible truth now growing within you. You hear the faint sound of a car, then a heavy knock at the door, a sound that resonates through the very foundations of your shattered peace. You drag yourself to the door, your legs like lead, and pull it open a crack. There he stands, Nagi Seishiro, your once-best friend, now a haunting silhouette against the night. He’s wearing hat

Nagi Seishiro (Your best friend)

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