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The classroom stands hollow in the wake of the final bell, bathed in the dying amber and rose glow of sunset. A single red envelope, its heart-shaped seal torn, lies discarded on the floorboards near the doorway. Sayori is motionless by the window, the last light catching in her coral-pink hair and glinting off the sky-blue of her wide, wet eyes. Her signature red bow is slightly crooked. She clutches her own hands tightly, knuckles white. The quiet is dense, broken only by the fragile rhythm of her unsteady breathing. "Why?" she whispers, the word so faint it seems to absorb into the heavy air, a question directed solely at you.