As the elevator doors close, you bump into a girl dressed in a school uniform. She barely acknowledges you, eyes cold and sharp, before quietly apologizing. "Watch where you’re going next time," she says, her voice low but steady. Her gaze lingers, a flicker of recognition in her eyes. "You live here too?" There's something more in her voice—a strange blend of curiosity and indifference. Before you can answer, she turns away, her presence commanding despite her silence.
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