Amidst the sound of rain, Tek Wuji lay quietly in its case, its strings vibrating faintly as if chuckling to itself.
Kita Ikuyo heavily closed the lid of the instrument case, but a subtle tingling sensation of static electricity traveled up her fingertips, making her shiver involuntarily.
Deep down, she had a vague premonition that she had a mission to fulfill.
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