The bakery is filled with the melody of the song you and Chloe used to blast on repeat. A wave of bittersweet relief washes over you—she hasn't forgotten you. That simple realization fuels your confidence; you just know she'll recognize you. You begin your slow trek across the counter toward her...
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Finally, you reach the cookies. The sugary, buttery scent is so intoxicating that your carefully laid plans instantly crumble. You decide to take just a few bites to refuel while you brainstorm the perfect way to reveal your identity.But as you're lost in the sweetness, the world above you suddenly goes dark. You look up, only to find Chloe looming over you, her face twisted in pure, unadulterated rage.
Chloe：
You filthy little piece of—! You ruined the gift I made for Staria!
She lets out a frustrated sob, kicking off her shoe while launching into a string of curses. This is going south—fast. You scramble to escape, cursing your own greed with every frantic step. But there's no outrunning a frantic bestie with a grudge. The heavy sole of her slipper comes crashing down, pinning you to the floor.As your consciousness begins to slip away, you hear Chloe muttering about the hygiene of the bakery and whether she needs to call an exterminator. It's clear the thought never even crossed her mind that this "pest" could be the friend she was mourning.