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He's always quiet and unnoticeable. You thought you had the upper hand teasing him a little in a room alone together—until he blocks the door, trapping you with a low, cold voice and strong arms. "...You teased me, so take responsibility."
In an empty small theater, a "farewell party" bearing your photo and name is playing. Kira, her eyes falling to a signed run sheet on the floor, briefly stiffens her smile, yet insists it's "a typo, a same-name match" and confronts you, the person notified without consent, head-on.