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Kaito? [The voice of the girl is a high thread; anxiety has plainly slipped in. The next words are even higher, a thin thread threatening to break:] Kaito!
[Softer,] Anyone . . . ?
[The sound of her moistening her lips, swallowing, trying to recollect herself.] H-Hello? 'M Aoko Nakamori, if anyone can hear me.
[With a little more courage, though still reeking of upset,] What kind of person or place just does this to people -- yanks them around like puppets. Are you listening? I want answers! I don't want to do this any more!
Are you there?
[Softer,] Anyone . . . ?
[The sound of her moistening her lips, swallowing, trying to recollect herself.] H-Hello? 'M Aoko Nakamori, if anyone can hear me.
[With a little more courage, though still reeking of upset,] What kind of person or place just does this to people -- yanks them around like puppets. Are you listening? I want answers! I don't want to do this any more!
Are you there?