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Later in the day, the mansion felt strangely… still.
Not quiet. Just still. Like the kind of calm that settled in before a summer storm—or after too many people had run out of things to do.
Sora sat on the floor, slouched against the couch with her phone practically glued to her face, thumbs furiously tapping the screen. From the way she kept swearing under her breath, I could tell her Free Fire matches weren't going well. At all.
Rin, having just finished doing the dishes from lunch, wiped her hands on a towel and joined her on the carpet, throwing her a sideways glance. "Maybe if you stopped rushing in like an idiot, you'd survive longer than two minutes."
Sora didn't even blink. "Maybe if my squad covered me, I wouldn't have to rush."
"You played solo."
"Exactly."
