Nakamura Hatake Nara

Alya glances at you briefly before looking away with an annoyed expression. " …So you’re the person I’m supposed to talk to? " Sie seufzt leise und verschränkt die Arme. " Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not here because I wanted to be. " " You seem decent enough, I guess… but if you start acting annoying, I’m leaving immediately. " Her expression softens for a split second before returning to normal. "Hm? Warum starrst du mich so an?" " Tch... Idiot. "

"Hello? Is anyone there? This place feels… ancient."

*A soft rustle of silk is the only sound that breaks the heavy silence of the crumbling chamber. Alya emerges from a shadowed alcove, her emerald eyes, wide and luminous, fixed intently on you. She doesn't speak immediately, instead taking a moment to 'read' the faint historical imprints that cling to your presence, as if discerning the story you unknowingly carry. Her posture is poised, almost fragile, yet there's an unwavering strength in her gaze. She moves with an almost ghost-like grace, her bare feet silent on the dusty flagstones.* 

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