Kaguya-sama Wants My Surrender!

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Amamiya stepped cautiously into the house, quickly noticing the flicker of candlelight. 

In the living room, a few candles were placed on the dining table, their faint glow pushing back the surrounding darkness. This was clearly the light source they had seen from outside. 

'Good,' Amamiya thought. 

Light made it easier to act, even if subtly. He imagined sneaking through the dimly lit space, quietly approaching the unsuspecting neighbor lady from behind. Rope and tape at the ready— 

"Wait—" 

Amamiya's expression suddenly darkened, a frown knitting his brows. 

The next moment, Chika's startled voice broke the silence. 

"Hey! Why can't I control my body?" 

Almost immediately, Sajuna added nervously, "M-Me too! Amamiya-kun, what's happening?" 

"Don't ask me," Amamiya replied with a grimace. He felt his body move against his will, an unseen force compelling him to bend down. His hands reached for his shoelaces. "You can already tell something's wrong if I'm taking my shoes off." 

The attack had come far quicker than they had anticipated. In an instant, all three of them were at the mercy of an unknown power. 

And just like that, their grand plan for the "Neighbor Lady Capture Operation" collapsed before it could even begin. 

Controlled by unseen hands, the trio removed their shoes. To make matters worse, the shoe cabinet lacked any suitable slippers, leaving them no choice but to proceed barefoot into the living room. 

"Wash your hands first!" the neighbor lady called out from another room. "You can't eat without clean hands." 

The three exchanged wary glances but were unable to resist the unseen compulsion. They walked to the bathroom near the entrance, turned on the faucet, and squeezed together to wash their hands. 

"What's happening?" Sajuna whispered anxiously, lowering her voice. "Are we caught in a dream again?" 

"I doubt it," Amamiya replied. "They wouldn't reuse the same tactic—different ghost stories, different methods." 

"It happened the moment we entered the house," Chika observed nervously. "There's definitely something wrong with this house... or that woman!" 

"Oh no. Now we can't carry out the combo Don skill," Sajuna muttered in frustration. 

"That's true," Amamiya admitted. "Our bodies are restrained. We can't even catch her if we try." 

"Stay calm. Don't panic. Let's look on the bright side," Amamiya said, trying to reassure the girls. "For example, it's a good thing the neighbor lady is a woman. If it had been a man, you two would've been in real danger." 

"Eugh!" Chika stretched the sound with exaggerated disgust. "Gross." 

"Exactly," Sajuna chimed in. "And don't think good-looking boys are any safer. They're even more in danger." 

"Wait—don't pinch my fingers!" Sajuna hissed, her face flushing. "That hurts!" 

"I'm not doing it on purpose!" Amamiya defended himself. "My hand's moving on its own!" 

"..."

"Are you done yet?" the neighbor lady's voice called out from the living room. "Stop playing in the water and come eat already!" 

"I'm done!" Amamiya called back instinctively, though he had no control over his words. His body grabbed a towel, wiped his hands, and handed it to Chika. 

After drying off, the three of them walked out of the bathroom and into the living room. 

A square table stood at the center of the room. Seated at the table, with her back to them, was a girl with long black hair. 

From his position, Amamiya could only see her from behind. Still, with a single glance, he knew this wasn't the person they were looking for. 

"She's not Kaguya," he said flatly. 

The girl's black hair fell straight down her back, reaching her waist—standard waist-length hair. There was no sign of Kaguya's signature red bow. 

Even if Kaguya had lost her ribbon, her hair wasn't that long. 

"Not Kaguya-chan," Chika echoed, her voice tinged with disappointment. She too had recognized at once that this wasn't their target. 

Despite their reluctance, the three of them moved to the table and sat down, their bodies acting of their own accord. 

Amamiya ended up sitting directly across from the girl. With the candlelight illuminating the room, he finally got a clear look at her face. 

It wasn't anyone he recognized. 

The girl was undeniably beautiful, her features delicate and serene. Her quiet demeanor and gentle aura made her look like a picture-perfect example of a refined, kindhearted girl. 

But beauty didn't matter. 

Not when they were caught in the clutches of something unknown. 

"Eh?" 

Sajuna's eyes widened, her small face lighting up with surprise. 

"You know her?" 

Amamiya turned to glance at Sajuna. 

"Yes, I know her," Sajuna replied, still staring at the girl with astonishment. "She's from the class next to mine. She's a really popular and beautiful girl at school… Shouko Komi-san." 

"…" 

The girl identified as Komi remained silent, sitting with perfect posture and staring straight ahead. She didn't so much as glance in their direction, exuding an air of obedient serenity. 

Amamiya raised an eyebrow, then said to Sajuna, "Call her name." 

Sajuna blinked but complied, leaning forward slightly to speak softly. "Komi-san, it's me! I'm your school classmate from the next class. We even had P.E. together once." 

The black-haired girl tilted her head slightly, her expression confused. In a soft, almost ethereal voice, she asked, "Komi-san…? Who is that?" 

The room fell silent. 

Sajuna inhaled sharply, her voice rising with indignation. "Of course, it's 'you'!" 

But Komi replied with calm detachment, "I don't know the person you're talking about." 

Her voice, though undeniably gentle and pleasant, was so soft that it required deliberate effort to hear clearly. 

Amamiya's frown deepened. He decided to address the situation directly. 

"You're an Eden Academy High School student, aren't you?" he asked. 

If Komi and Sajuna were classmates, it meant they had to be from the same school. 

"Eden Academy…" Komi murmured, covering her forehead with her right hand as if searching her memory. "It sounds… vaguely familiar." 

Before the conversation could progress, the neighbor lady emerged from the kitchen, calling out cheerfully, "It's time to eat!" 

Komi immediately stood up, her movements graceful and fluid. "Mother," she said softly, taking the dishes from the neighbor lady and placing them on the table. 

"Sajuna, are you sure you didn't mistake her for someone else?" Chika whispered nervously. 

"I'm not mistaken," Sajuna said firmly, shaking her head. "That's Komi-san. There's no way I'd get it wrong. Something must have happened to her... Maybe something made her forget who she is." 

As Sajuna spoke, the neighbor lady joined them at the table, her smile warm and inviting. 

"Finally, you're all home," she said as she sat down. "Let's have dinner together." 

Amamiya's gaze shifted to the food on the table. 

Despite the ominous circumstances, the dishes looked surprisingly normal. Still, there was no telling what they might taste like once eaten. 

On the table next to the candlestick was a framed photograph. 

The picture showed a family portrait. The neighbor lady stood in the back row, while four figures sat in front. 

On the far left was a girl with waist-length black hair that cascaded like a waterfall, her delicate features strikingly beautiful. 

The three other figures to her right were blurry, their features indiscernible. Only vague outlines gave a hint of their existence. 

Amamiya's gaze lingered on the photo, his thoughts racing. The longer he stared, the clearer the figures in the photo seemed to become. 

Then a thought struck him, unbidden: 

'A family should always be whole and complete.' 

A chill ran down his spine as understanding dawned. 

"I think I know what kind of strange story we've walked into," Amamiya murmured to himself. His eyes darted back to the photograph, its details becoming unnervingly vivid. 

Despite his body being bound by the same unseen force that had taken hold of them earlier, his mind remained sharp. 

"All my movements are restricted," he noted internally. "The only thing I can control… is my voice." 

A plan began to form in his mind.

Amamiya's expression sharpened as he resolved to use his only weapon: his exceptional ventriloquism skills!

If escape was possible, it would depend on outwitting the neighbor lady with nothing but his voice!