[Shinjiro would rather not find out what's behind any of the doors, honestly. It just seems like a bad time??? But of course, the magic fuckery demands they pick one, and he sighs a deeply aggravated sigh. But where inertia would normally have him simply follow whoever he was with, the various magics that have affected him since that infamous casino incident embolden him and he leads the way, reaching out to grip the handle of the middle door.]
This one.
[How does he know? He doesn't. It just seems right.]
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This one.
[How does he know? He doesn't. It just seems right.]