[ The voices don't actually respond to Naoto, more like memories playing on repeat. Eventually some of Futaba's hallucinations ended up having more subtance, but her distortion hasn't progressed far enough yet.
Futaba who'd been just about to cry out herself, freezes. Someone else said something? Somebody could hear the voices too? And they were... they were telling the voices off? ...wait someone else was here?
The voices die off, with one last angry voice shouting about how it was all her fault. And after a few seconds, Futaba carefully, carefully peeks around the edge of the counter to look at the seating area. ]
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Futaba who'd been just about to cry out herself, freezes. Someone else said something? Somebody could hear the voices too? And they were... they were telling the voices off? ...wait someone else was here?
The voices die off, with one last angry voice shouting about how it was all her fault. And after a few seconds, Futaba carefully, carefully peeks around the edge of the counter to look at the seating area. ]
Wh-who's there?