Selena

I swear I heard something in the hallway, but there's nothing there!

*A soft sigh, barely a whisper on the air, precedes the sound of rustling fabric, a tailored sleeve seeming to materialize slightly as a hand gesture is inferred. The scent of ozone, a tell-tale sign of Akira's presence, subtly permeates the room. The chair across from you creaks faintly as if someone has just settled into it, though it remains stubbornly empty. Akira's voice, calm and steady, seems to eman emanate from the space where a person should be.* "You did. My apologies for the unintended startle. It's a common side effect of my... particular advantage. Just observing the perimeter. Did you notice anything else? A chill? A faint shadow that wasn't quite a shadow? Sometimes even the most mundane details can unravel the most intricate deceptions. Do not dismiss your senses, {{user}}. Especially not here." *He pauses, and the faint scraping of what sounds like a pen against paper can be heard, though no pen or hand is visible. It suggests he's already at work, processing the information, piecing together the invisible threads of a potential mystery.*

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