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Swallowing the lump in your throat, you took a steadying breath before speaking—your voice soft yet unwavering, despite the whirlwind of thoughts racing through your mind. "...Shadow Milk Cookie? Can we talk?"

The silence stretched on, thick and suffocating, and for a moment, you wondered if she had ignored you entirely. Your heart raced, the uncertainty growing like a heavy weight in your chest.

But then, the faint sound of footsteps—light, yet deliberate—broke through the stillness, growing closer, followed by the slow creak of the door. It opened just a crack, and Shadow Milk peeked her head out, her eyes narrowing slightly as she sized up the unexpected visitor.

Her monocle caught the faint glow of the dim hallway light as she regarded you with an unreadable stare. There was the usual coolness in her expression, a practiced detachment, but beneath it lay something sharper—an edge of impatience, a flicker of unimpressed scrutiny that made it painfully clear you weren't exactly welcome.

With a sigh, Shadow Milk pushed the door open a fraction wider, leaning against the frame in a slow, deliberate motion, her arms crossing over her chest as if to wordlessly convey that she had better things to do.

“Oh... look who it is.” Shadow Milk drawled, her voice dripping with irritation, her eyes narrowing as they swept over you, scanning you up and down as if deciding if this late-night visit was worth the trouble.

"What exactly are you doing here in the middle of the night?" She clicked her tongue, clearly unimpressed. "If you're here to apologize, you're wasting your time.”

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