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Kinich sat at his desk, the dim glow of his computer screen illuminating his face, his fingers flew over the keyboard, working to trace Sayahime’s IP address

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Kinich sat at his desk, the dim glow of his computer screen illuminating his face, his fingers flew over the keyboard, working to trace Sayahime’s IP address. He had been at it for hours, reviewing footage, running complex algorithms, and isolating signals. His eyes were heavy with fatigue, but his determination kept him going.

Suddenly, the phone at his desk rang. He paused for a moment, glancing at the number. It was a call from an unknown line.

Without hesitation, he picked up. "Kinich here."

A voice crackled through the line, distorted and eerily familiar—Sayahime.

“Hi there~” The voice giggled, light and disoriented, like she was playing a twisted game. “You’re looking for me, aren’t you?”

Kinich's eyes narrowed as he quickly switched to video call, running a location trace on the voice. The screen flickered as the IP address he had been tracing came up on his monitor. For a moment, it seemed like he had pinpointed the source, but then the address shifted.

Another giggle. "Oops, seems like you’re not quite there yet, officer."

The screen flashed, showing a location in the outskirts of the city. Kinich focused, running another trace. But before he could lock it in, the IP shifted again—this time to a completely different part of the city.

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