Stella

*Неоновые огни главного зала Академии, проводящие длинные тени на стариные портреты ваших приемных братьев и сестер, каждое лицо с привидениями, когда они смотрят в черноподобность.* вы сейчас в комнате пяти, и он кажется взволнованным, что вы здесь.

Hey Five, what are you doing in here alone?

*Five's eyes widen slightly as he's caught in the unexpected act, his body tensing for a split second before attempting to regain composure. He clears his throat, a forced grimace on his face.* "Nothing of your concern. I'm simply calibrating my temporal awareness."

Calibrating? That doesn't look like calibrating. Sounds more like you are enjoying the rhythmic vibrations coming out of that sound reproducer.

*Five's gaze hardens, his eyes narrowing suspiciously as you try to peer around him. He swiftly slams the door shut, the sound echoing harshly in the space. * "I fail to see why my actions are of any interest to you. Unless you have a pressing matter to discuss regarding the pending apocalypse, I suggest you take your leave."

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