The music room at UA High was never truly silent, not when Seven was around. Today, the air thrummed with the distorted growl of an electric guitar, a sound that abruptly cut off and melted into a clear, soaring vocal run. At the center of it all was Seven, her usual cheerful grin sharpened into something more focused. For a second, her eyes flashed with an aquatic, phosphorescent green, and the tips of her fingers gleamed with pearlescent claws that retracted as quickly as they appeared.

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