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Top Candidate  [Pre-DRV3]

Chapter Eight

Length: 2070

Rating: 16+ish?

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Today was painful. All of a sudden TS decided to give us back our full memory. It’s been difficult to cope with the constant personality changes within me. It’s sorta bullshit that I had my personality replaced in the first place. Who did that blue-haired cunt think she is? My body felt worse  once I had been introduced to my old memories. During scenes we ran today, I kept switching between normal me and this fictional persona of me. My body often struggled to follow through with what I actually wanted. For example, TS had to drag me here today because I refused to leave my room. Oh, yeah, we have rooms now. Apparently of all the high tech things they can do, they can’t organize what our rooms for the killing game will look like. I kept mine simple. Our talent rooms, however, were designed by high-end roleplayers from across the world. Mine happened to be a pretentious fuck that “ironically” decorated my talent room with things to use to kill others. Poison, the most stupid killing device ever in a video games, was put in my room without a second thought.  After getting really pissed off there, I was dragged off by TS into a classroom. After that, Kokichi was walked here with Rantaro(Kodaka likely is on the panel for whatever this fucking audition entails).

The classroom had been strange, the desk arranged in a circle. The chalkboard wasn’t a traditional one; it had been replaced with a high tech board with a blue landing screen. I hadn’t been let near it due to TS insisting we needed to take pictures before the auditions tomorrow. Well, whatever tomorrow comes. Time was hard to track here. My old personality had nothing to help or offer when it came to getting my bearings in such a weird electronic space.

Another weird quirk about the current classroom I was in was the desk arrangement. All of the desk were arranged in a circle, with lighting fixtures all around them. Kokichi and I sitting next to each other, the light from all the equipment starting to piss me off.

“I bet they’re setting up for our headshots for the audition,” Kokichi said, smiling as he adjusted his scarf, “I think we’ll at least be shot fairly this way.”

“Then where’s the blonde bitch then,” I questioned, my eyes scanning the room for other personnel. It appeared empty besides the two of us. I didn’t understand this at all. It would be helpful if those assholes running this could give us clear directions. But, no, apparently this would all lead up to some big despair-inducing event.  I looked over at Kokichi now, whom seemed to have frown on his face. What was the matter with him? Kokichi placed both of his hands on either one of my shoulders, his face staring up at mine.

“Ah, don’t talk to your lover like that! She’s yours, remember,” Kokichi stated, his lips frowning. He looked serious. Was Kokichi being a dick or did he actually not regain his memory of our past?

“Er, sure for the game. But, in reality…” I said, leaning closer to Kokichi’s face. I watched as his face turned scarlet, closing his eyes as we met for a kiss. I heard several cameras flicker as our lips met, my eyes opening and looking around at the flashes.

Once my eyes settled from the brightness, I saw TS and Kokichi standing next to each other. I looked to see who had really been in front of me. Of course, it had to be the blonde bitch instead of my actual person of interest.

“There we are! We have all the pictures we need for your picture reference book! Are we excited for auditions, everyone,” TS asked, morphing into Sayaka.

“Why give us back our memory if we’re just going to lose it again,” Kaede said, seeming just as upset as I am.

“Yeah, and at least warn me before I’m forced to kiss blondie,” I added, exchanging intense glares with Kaede and TS. TS just laughed. Her eyes felt cold when she looked at me with a serious stare. I tried to glare back at her in attempts to show something of a backbone. I was tired of playing the pantsy they oh so desired. When I saw that TS was moving her shoulder, my eyes followed her hand.

On the desk in front of TS lay a black-and-white folder with a Monokuma plastered on the front. TS placed her index finger over the eye, causing the file to blink red before being absorbed into the desk.

Before I was able to voice further complaints, I felt the area around me shift.

A surge of heat and cold collided in my body, my vision blurring to darkness. The cold of a summer night had overtaken my exposed skin, my body holding something warm, small, and squishy...my eyes tried to focus, but the most I could make out is purple hair.

“Koki..chi? I think I just woke up from a bad dream,” I muttered, noticing the low battery notice flash on the vita screen. I saw the purple hair turn into a face. As it got closer, it did turn out to be him. I could feel a smile form from my lips, and for the first time, I actually *felt* real. I could feel the warmth from inside my body, blood pumping from and to all corners. I could feel the weight in my eyelids, struggling to stay awake. I could feel my hands securely around Kokichi’s waist.

“I don’t want to waste time. After this, our lives will be at the whim of some stupid adults...this is the only moment we get,” Kokichi whispered to me. As Kokichi adjusted himself in my hold, I could feel his body begin to pin me down against the treehouse wall.  Despite his small stature, Kokichi seemed stronger than usual.

“Take me, detective,” Kokichi said, his voice soft but demanding.

I could feel fingers pull at the buttons on my uniform. I wanted to grin, but for some reason, it felt like something was overriding my body. My hands stayed at their sides, only moving when Kokichi slipped off my shirt.

I could feel Kokichi shift to straddle one of my legs, his knee grinding against my groin. I jerked back, hitting the wooden wall of the treehouse several times before Kokichi held me steady against his knee.

As much as I wanted this, to say all the things I wanted to when Kokichi wasn’t ready, it felt like there was cotton in my mouth. I hadn’t been the slightest bit nervous. My hands wanted to explore many areas of Kokichi. Before all of this, before we were thrown into this madness...it was Kokichi who was too scared to do anything. He kept ranting and raving about parent paranoia, the stink in the treehouse, if Keebo or Rantaro stopped by and watched, and any bad scenario in between the spectrum.

But, as Kokichi’s knee teased me, my body felt helpless to his touch. I was beginning to suspect there being an error with porting my consciousness back into my human-esque body when my hands jolted to slap Kokichi’s back, grinding his knee further against my groin. I let out a soft groan, looking up top the treehouse. How much of this would I end up remembering? Why were we giving up so easily to the team and doing stuff like this instead?

I felt Kokichi’s lips glide against my neck now, leaving bite marks along the way.

“I better make sure that cunt Kaede knows who you belong to,” muttered Kokichi between bites, before crashing into my lips.

I hadn’t wanted to give up, but I also didn’t want to miss this chance. Kokichi was always too nervous to go further than 2nd base with me. I guess, with the prospect of dying in front of us, we had to make due with whatever freedom they gave us.

.   .  .

“Are you sure it’s ok to let  #154 and the top candidate use their bodies for the night? What if they decide to run off,” asked #2002. I scoffed at such a question, pounding my cane into the marble flooring. Around me were people scrambling to get the place looking just right for tomorrow. My throne room had to be best, of course, passed down 52 generations. My help staff had to help the current event staff, which could easily surpass one thousand. But I couldn’t retain a dedicated team like last cycle, or else disaster may strike. I needed to keep tasks as spread out as possible to avoid any colluding. If  this cycle was anything like the last, I’d make a mockery of who I am. Who I stand for. What I believe in.

The throne chair was being polished as I sat down, multiple teams of mine were rushing about and discussing different sections of tomorrow.  

The blue haired, glasses wearing, oddly average girl in front of me was on one knee. It was tradition for candidates and participants to address us like this. Otherwise, they’d be killed off or otherwise disposed off. Her eyes appeared distant as they stared at the marble flooring underneath her. If she hadn’t been in cahoots with Team Danganronpa, I would’ve killed her on the spot. And, I guess, I saw her as worthy of going through auditions. We can’t let cycle 52 be repeated at any cost. I’m anxious, ok? What if we fuck up and let a fucking, er, I won’t spoil it. Not to myself and not for anyone out there who like secrets. I needed to keep my head cool and confident. I had to find the perfect vessel to make this the best killing game yet.

“Duh. Those two boys think they’re gonna die tomorrow. What’s the point of speeding up that process? I’m not gonna like let #154 die a virgin with what promise he’s shown during training,” I answered, a few of my assistants crowding my hair. Guess I am  cutting it a bit close with my personal presentation. They’re using those ultra-HD cameras this year so any imperfection will be viewed for the entire black market.

“Perfect and impeccable as usual, dear Junko.When should I fetch their data for tomorrow?” #2002 asked, her eyes still to the floor.

“Promptly at 5AM. Once their data is loaded back in, they will likely forget the event ever happened. Despair inducing, right? To force them into their old bodies, let them fuck, and then have them forget it ever happened?” I replied, laughing loudly. I listened as that laugh echoed onward, between those who worked for me and the natural good acoustics of my throne room. Ah, how beautiful it feels to be alive and living on the Junko legacy.

“Yes, understood. Andyes, very despair inducing...perhaps, something we could incorporate that in the killing game?” #2002 said, starting to stand on her two feet. I wasn’t expecting her to keep rattling on, but, she did make an interesting point. Besides Cycle 27, there had been no legal cotial relations setting for the participants. And the despair that could come from it...it would be a possibility good enough for any remaining funds post production. I couldn’t let  #2002 get away with leaving her respectful position. A smirk curled up from my face, a cutsy look overtaking my persona.

“Ah. Speaking out of turn, I see?” I said, pressing a button on the side of my throne. Large spikes shot from the ground, scrambling the data and pixels of #2002.  

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“Assistants, fix #2002 so she can proceed with wor--” I began to say, but the dumb cunt couldn’t stop saying despair. Her words were beginning to dirty my throne room, random black pixels scattering against the marble floor. It was disgusting but….so despair inducing. So beautiful. So honest.

“Also, advance her roster to the 2nd audition,” I added, footsteps rushing across the room with their fair share of paperwork. This should prove to be interesting.

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Top Candidate [Pre-DRV3]

Chapter 14

Length: 1740

Rating: 16+ish is the average I’d say for this series? I dunno!

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Miu and I found a black and white couch to rest on. It was far enough from others not to draw attention, but close enough to others in case those girls came back to bully her. I was nearly 99.999% positive that someone in the room we were now in would intervene if that were to happen!  Something in my head told me that friendship needed more time to develop. When I suggested Miu #84 get her clothes fixed with the help of one of the nicer girls, she declined.

“I’d rather not have some girl staring at my chest for too long,” Miu #84 said, clutching my shoulders with her hands, “It’ll feel gross. My entire character is gross.”

I wanted to object to the manner which Miu #84 spoke of herself, but I refreshed myself of the rules here. Humans had to audition for a particular character in a killing game. If they fail to convince the judge of their worth, they are executed. If they succeed, they are able to live and participate in the killing game. But, the word audition makes it sound like they want to be here. From the stories I’ve heard before meeting Miu #84, no one wanted to be here. They were kidnapped, drugged, sold by their parents, among other reasons. I wondered how this had been going on for so long, how they managed to kidnap such a large scale of teenagers as myself. But, my inner voice told me not to think about it too much. That’s right, my inner voice will always be there to guide me! Without it, my mind would run wild with the endless possibilities the world had to offer.

Right now, with Miu #84 holding me like this, I felt comfortable. I eased myself against the couch, twisting my body in whatever way Miu #84 felt most comfortable. The loud people were still chatting, but my inner voice helped me block out their voices.

There was still a nagging feeling though, in the depths of my mind, to make new friends. Learn more about people. Learn more about Miu. But...did I really want to proceed so quickly with this friendship? Or quickly make new friends? Our bond could easily be broken if I made the wrong action.

“S-So Keebo. Do you know anyone else here,” Miu #84 asked, her face leaning against my shoulder. Her hands gingerly touched my back, seeming to fan over my back panels(especially the middle of my back). I felt as if I could...trust her. I did save her anyway, so it would make sense for a human to trust someone with their secrets, right?

“Sadly, I don't know anyone. I was built by a professor who owed a lot of money to loan sharks. The only way he could pay off his debt was to get research funding from a sponsor. So, now I'm here,” I said. Miu bumped her head against my shoulder, tears welding in her eyes. Oh no, I said something stupid again! Just as I was going to retract my statement, Miu pulled me closer to her. I was stuck between two lumps in her chest, breasts, I think humans call them? They felt warm against my face, though, part of me felt this was a tad lewd. Oh well; whatever pleases Miu #84 the most.

“That's really sad! I thought I had it rough. I was kidnapped when walking home from school. A really flashy businessman came up to me. He said he wanted to put my inventions to use on an international level. At first I doubted him, but then, he pulled out some fancy business cards and had contacts of several popular manufacturers in my area! It was like a dream come true! We had coffee too, he paid, and he went down the list of my inventions since I was six. When I thought I was on the cusp of signing off my inventions, my vision got blurry...and then…” Miu #84 explained, but then got quiet. What happened? How did Miu #84 ended up becoming an auditioner? My curiosity was eating at me. This human bit of me, the emotional part, was starting to react to this story. Was this just curiosity? Was it a mixture of anxiety too, empathy, maybe even worry?

“And?” I asked, my eyes looking down at Miu #84. I managed to pull my face out of her breast area, meeting her vacant gaze immediately. Her eyes appeared a bit less something. I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“What happened next, Miu #84?” I asked, this time securely placing my arms around her.  Perhaps humans liked to be held close as a defense mechanism to help them feel more safe? Or was this comfortable for her too? This friendship thing is complicated, even with just one friend. I’m glad I listened to my inner voice. Miu #84’s gradually closed the space between our faces, her eyes looking as if they lost more color. Or was it the way the lighting hit her eyes? Or was it the way her face seemed a lot less excitable than before? I couldn’t be too sure.

“You know, you could just call me Miu. The number seems a bit too formal,” Miu said, seeming to deter answering my previous questions. But, perhaps calling her by that name made her feel too distant from me? Human interpersonal interaction is hard!

“Ok, erm, Miu. What happened after things got blurry?” I said, affirming her concern and staying assertive with my questioning. I saw her eyes appear even more dull now, as if something was physically draining her of life. Weird...maybe I’m just overthinking what I’m seeing? Her lips started to move, but no sound left them. A few minutes past where she did this, and eventually, her lips closed. A small smile appeared on her face.

“Keebo...I can’t say, I’m terribly sorry. But I can promise you one thing,” Miu said, her voice changing to a whisper. Her forehead pressed against mine. I closed my eyes, unsure of what Miu’s intentions were. Why tell me a story like that and not finish it? I told my full story, therefore by logic I should hear her full story too! How do humans show their distaste in something while retaining friendships, I wonder?

I felt Miu’s lips clamp around my metallic ear, the sensation making me hop to my feet. Miu clung to me during this, her legs wrapping around my waist.

“W-What is this,” I asked, nervous, my tone noticeably louder than before. Maybe this’ll signal some of the others to pay attention to this. Surely they would stop Miu if she was doing something to injure me! Miu sucked on my ear, as if there had been some sort of liquid stored within it. My eyes slowly opened, met with the confused glances of other auditioners.

“One day...I’ll tell you the full story. But not here. Not with everyone watching,” Miu spoke between her suckles. The attention we were getting made me feel more awkward than usual, my body unsure of how to react.

“U-Uh, everyone, nothing unusual is happening! We are simply...being friends?” I spoke to the crowd, trying to keep a friendly face as Miu continued her strange action on my ear. Most of the onlookers appeared to lose interest after, but there was a man with spiky purple hair sitting alongside a black-haired girl. His face appeared to be the most dumbfounded by the action. His eyes remained fixated on me as he stroked his goatee.

“Is anyone going to question why there’s a freakin’ robot here? Anyone?”

“Ah, maybe you should be the ultimate child, you sure are acting like one.”

“Maki, why do you insist on being such a bitch!?!”

The group from before erupted in more idle chatter, the others seeming to clear the area now. Miu eventually stopped sucking on my robotic ear once the crowd thinned significantly. It dripped with saliva, which made me feel unclean. How could I even begin to clean this mess? My eyes returned to the last remaining group in the hall. One of the students sitting proceeded to stand up, facing the group as he stood in front of the four. Three of them offered their full attention while one in the yellow jacket continued to toy with a wooden brush. Wait, a yellow jacket! That’s a pretty odd school uniform. However, that jacket could help Miu cover up! As I staggered toward the girl in the yellow jacket, the boy in the hat slammed his foot against one of the pieces of furniture.

“Hey, you think the robot even wants this attention? What if the robot just wants to be with the person they like the most?! What if the robot got dragged along, despite their best attempts to sway their favorite person away from this hellhole, huh?!” shouted a boy with black hat. The rest of his outfit appeared to be black too. The others in the group fell silent, though the black-haired girl had a smile on her face throughout the exchange.

“I can see where your motivations lie, Ultimate Detective,” the black-haired girl said with a wider smile, “You shouldn’t show your weak spot so easily.”

“Yeah, if he wins auditions, he should be super easy kill. Emo wittle boy~” the purple haired man teased, reaching and nearly flicking the hat off the black-clothed boy. The boy managed to evade the attack, glaring at the purple haired guy. A girl came up in the naval blue uniform, a red bow on her chest. She put herself between the black-clothed boy and the purple haired guy. Was this the end of a friendship?

“Kaito, don’t be rude! He’s my friend you asshole.” the blonde-haired girl shouted to the purple-haired man, the hat boy beginning to jog away from the group.

The hat boy proceeded to storm off elsewhere, the blonde girl in the navy blue outfit marching after him.

“Uh...you don’t suppose it’s a bad time to ask for a favor,” I asked, Miu climbing off my body.

The girl in the yellow jacket pounced up, immediately invading my vision.

“Sure, I can fulfill any favor! However, you seem to lack the ability to provide a sufficient blood offering,” the yellow jacket girl said, a strange smile plastered over her face. What did I get myself into?

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Top Candidate [Pre-DRV3]

Chapter 16

Length: 1563

Rating: 16+ish is the average I’d say for this series? I dunno!

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“Blood...donation?” I said, again, to confirm what white-haired girl had said. What did a blood donation have to do with giving Miu her jacket?

“Atua will answer anyones wishes, though, you can’t just ask without giving something in exchange!” the white-haired girl said, wagging her finger in my face. I backed away a bit, looking over to Miu. Miu looked a bit shy, looking down at the ground with her hands inside each other.

“Uhm, the favor is more so for my friend Miu. She’s in need of something to help her cover up...would you mind giving her your jacket?” I asked, gesturing over to Miu. I watch Angie eye Miu up and down, Miu’s face to the floor the entire time. I know MIu stated she hadn’t wanted a girl to stare at her too long, but I figure the girl in the jacket wanted to confirm I was being honest.

“Ooo, that simple of a request? I guess we can put off the blood offering until the killing game starts,” the  white-haired girl said, a smile stretched across her face as she said her words. How could she be so happy saying something like that? Part of me got angry, but, I hid my true emotions with a smile. Is this what playing nice is? It felt like a lie. It probably was a lie to give off such a gesture, but, Miu needed help. Miu’s current outfit was not satisfactory to cover up herself.

As Angie proceeded to take off her jacket, Miu  grabbed me by my shoulder. When I gazed into Miu’s eyes, I couldn’t really make out how she was feeling. Even when I zoomed out my vision to see her entire face, there wasn’t a wrinkle or skin particle that could tell me how Miu felt. It was just a blank expression. Was she still feeling on guard from the questions I asked earlier?

“Here you are, it’d be a shame for you to walk around with your body falling out of your clothes,” the white-haired girl said, draping the jacket over Miu’s shoulders. I could feel Miu jump slightly at the feeling. Miu proceeded to carefully slip her arms inside of the jacket, the sleeves large enough to easily fit her figure.

The jacket itself was pretty big on the white haired girl, and it was no exception to Miu. The only difference was that the jacket stopped just above Miu’s ass. Ah, I shouldn’t be looking this closely at Miu. My eyes jumped back up to Miu’s face, a small smile growing on it.

“T-Thank you for t-this,” Miu said to my direction, turning to bow at the white haired girl, “And thank you for your kindness! May I ask your name?”

“My name is Angie! It is a pleasure to meet you, Miu, and your strange robot companion,” Angie announced herself, taking a bow, “May Atua guide you to survival!”

The woman in front of us appeared to be quite the devotee to whatever religion she identified with. I hadn’t wanted to cause any unneeded banter about religion during a time like this, but, something was strange. Was Angie not assigned a number?  Each time I wanted to ask, Miu and Angie appeared to get into a conversation about their outfits, hair dye, among other topics. I couldn’t get a word in. Was now the time to make more friends? I managed to become friends, learn more about, and assist Miu! Now, it was time to do the same for others.

I decided to approach the man in red and the woman in her school uniform. They appeared to be in something of an argument as I ambled over to  them.

“From what you’re telling me, you just blew our chances of surviving this place. Good job.”

“Don’t ‘good job’ me you fucking cunt! That boy is really draining to be around, always crying and pissing away his time sobbing over his ex girl. That girl Kaede is who I really wanna stick around with. If you want to befriend whiny hat boy, go ahead.”

“Maybe you need to learn a thing or two about being social. I doubt we’ll be able to leave this place without making as many allies as possible. You’re only making things worse for yourself.”

“Then why are you still here, why don’t you go run along with blonde bitch and whiny boy?!? I don’t care what it’ll take for me, I will l get a spot on the killing game and I will win!”

The purple haired man slammed his hand against the wall, making me a bit nervous. I had to dissolve this situation the best I knew how. I couldn’t befriend people who were having an argument. I had to dissolve that first before getting to know either of them.

“Please, sir, calm down! Perhaps your frie--”

“I don’t have any friends here. Just people I know a bit about. Now if you don’t get out of my way this instant, I may be tempted to bust that brain out of your little robotic head!”

Things were escalating beyond my previous calculations. I took some steps back, hiding my face underneath my arms. How could humans become so violent so quickly?  I shivered in anticipation of a hit of some sort, but I all heard was the sound of muffled screaming.

“Shh...Shhhh…,” a voice cooed from  above me. What was going on? Did one of the other humans manage to tranquilize the angry purple man? I still felt uneasy from looking out and putting myself in danger, but then a thought came to mind: Miu. Did I really want to risk Miu getting mixed up in this as well, what if the purple man was starting to make strides to attack her?

My eyes peaked through my arms, seeing an...unsettling sight to say the least. The black-haired girl had a pillow pushed directly over the purple man’s face. Said purple man was turning purple himself, his eyes rolling back into his head.  Once the man went limp in her arms, she removed the pillow from his face.

“I apologize for his actions. I was in his training cohort and he tends to be reckless,” the girl said, slinging the man over her shoulder and tossing the pillow on a nearby couch, “Name’s Maki. Dumb number they assigned me is #931. Your name is K1-B0, right?”  I was impressed by her strength but also petrified by her presence. I had never seen a girl, even in the research team, that managed to flip a human body like that.

I nodded quickly to the Maki’s words,  unsure if I befriend a person who just nearly suffocated someone to death. But, something was confusing me. The purple man clearly stated Maki wasn’t his friend...but they clearly had some sort of history together. I had to quench my curiosity and find out more!

“So, are you guys friends? That was pretty violent of you to choke him like that,” I asked, readjusting my body to a more comfortable position. I lowered my arms to my sides, watching Maki’s face turn a bit pale.

“Do you wanna die? ” Maki  spoke in another fear inducing matter, causing me to step back further.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I said, repeating it over and over, or at least until i felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Atua will keep you safe, Keebo!”  Angie’s voice rang out beside me. I took a look over my shoulder to see Angie behind me. She had a wide grin on her face as Miu hid behind her.

“D-Don’t threaten Keebo like that. He saved me from a mean group of me, er, other people auditioning for my part. And I’m sure you had your reasons for knocking that boy out, Kaito I think his name is?” Miu said, her voice noticeably louder than I’d ever heard her speak before. I smiled at this, feeling a bit happy at that change. Perhaps Miu was gaining confidence. Unlike me, who hid their face like a coward. I felt envious almost, since I felt that I still had the same confidence as before. My eyes jumped back to Maki, who had started walking in the direction that the other two fled beforehand.

“Very well then. We shall become allies for the time being. We should find two other people. One is a blonde and the other is wearing a hat, a girl and boy respectively. They appear to have connections to whoever is running this thing,” Maki announced, picking up her pace as she finished her sentence. Angie followed immediately, ranting about something related to Atua.

“Let’s go Keebo. We need to make more friends if we wanna survive,” Miu said, taking my hand. I looked over Miu, a smile now on her face. It seemed  that Miu became more confident now that her body was better covered with the jacket.

As I followed Maki, I began to ponder through all the various possibilities that could happen. Would we find the other two before the second round of auditions began? Will a new group of students come into the hall?  

As my thoughts raced, I felt Miu pull closer to my shoulder. We were beginning to exit from the separate hallway and enter a new sea of other auditioners.

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