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"YOU ARE THE RECORD KEEPER NOW. THE 146 SOULS STILL DROWN. PRESS PLAY TO HEAR THEIR NAMES."

Her face was calm, but her eyes were streaming black seawater. She raised a hand and pointed directly through the screen—through time—at Lina. A message scrolled across the bottom of the feed:

A black screen pulsed once, then resolved into a live feed: the deck of a ship, lashed by a monochrome storm. The camera angle was fixed, looking aft. In the center of the frame, a young woman in an antique Japanese naval uniform stood motionless, her back to the lens. A faded nameplate on her collar read Yukikax146 . www yukikax 146

The first name, whispered through the keyhole, was "Enomoto."

The storm has moved to a new address: . Refresh if you dare. "YOU ARE THE RECORD KEEPER NOW

What loaded wasn't a website, but a portal.

She slammed the laptop shut. But the rain outside her window had stopped. And in the sudden silence, she heard a faint, rhythmic knocking—like a morse code—coming from inside her own closet. She raised a hand and pointed directly through

Lina never slept again. But every night at midnight, she stands before her bathroom mirror, reciting names from a list that grows longer the more she speaks. And somewhere on a dead server, Yukika finally sits down, folds her hands, and smiles for the first time in eighty years.