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... ay worse.
She didn’t just resemble someone I knew—she looked like the real person but twisted, distorted, like someone had taken the original and pulled it through a nightmare filter. Every detail was familiar but wrong at the same time. My brain kept flickering between recognition and denial, like it couldn’t fully process what I was staring at.
It was—
"Chihara... Akane?"
The words slipped out of one of my classmates, barely above a whisper, but it cut through t ...
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