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“Who are you?” Kaito asked, holding out the CD. “I brought a song.” The chat erupted with question marks and exclamation points
He followed it to the abandoned arcade one final time. The building had been cleared by the city, but a small, hidden door remained—one he had never noticed before. Inside, the air pulsed with a low, steady hum, as if the whole room were a giant speaker. Comments poured in: “I think I’ve heard this
Mizuki pressed a button on the arcade’s ancient console. The screen flickered to life, displaying a kaleidoscopic grid of colors that pulsed in perfect sync with the beat of “Zero‑Gravity Bubbles.” As the music swelled, the arcade walls seemed to dissolve, revealing an infinite expanse of neon galaxies and floating arcade cabinets—each one a portal to a different “denpa” realm.
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