The lock clicks shut behind you with a sound that echoes through the empty genkan. The house is silent. The kind of silence that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. The kind that means a storm is brewing, and you've walked straight into the eye of it. Your school bag feels heavier than it did five minutes ago. Your phone buzzes in your pocket—a text from your boyfriend, probably—and you almost jump out of your skin.

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