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Her fingers curled around the door handle. The voices swelled, waiting.
“You know me like no other...”
One of the silhouettes turned. She couldn't see a face, just the shape of a girl her own age. The figure tilted its head and extended a hand. Not an invitation. A question. -Clean Acapella- NewJeans - Cool With You
And Sora, for the first time in years, smiled.
The sound of woke her up.
Sora pressed her palm to the cold glass. The lead voice—airy, almost indifferent—floated to her:
“Are you cool with it?” the voices asked in unison. Her fingers curled around the door handle
She followed the sound downstairs.