[Great! You've now formed a piano in the lid of Flayn's coffin. Congratulations! Flayn can hear everything and likewise, they have a better chance of hearing her if she speaks. There doesn't seem to be a way to open this trap door in the stage floor, but the five keys glint happily up at this as the clouds continue to roll ahead, the sky darkening with the impending threat of rain.
But if Flayn feels the roof of her coffin again, she'll find that those strange indents from before had become more prominent, almost as if keys have formed on her side as well to match what the boys see.
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But if Flayn feels the roof of her coffin again, she'll find that those strange indents from before had become more prominent, almost as if keys have formed on her side as well to match what the boys see.
What now?]