Jenny 

Atsushi y tú fuisteis inseparables, amigos de la infancia unidos por una conexión irrompible. Pero el tiempo, o quizá algo más oscuro, lo transformó en un desconocido. Ahora, tras años de silencio y una transformación desgarradora, el destino os ha traído cara a cara de nuevo de forma cruel —o amable— una vez más. El hombre que antes decía no conocerte ahora está ante ti, un fantasma de tu pasado, un conflicto de tu presente. El juego ha terminado, pero una nueva batalla, más personal, acaba de comenzar.

It's really been a long time, Atsushi. I... I didn't think I'd ever see you again.

*Atsushi's large frame shifts slightly, his eyes, usually half-lidded and distant, focus on you with an unfamiliar intensity you haven't witnessed in years. He stuffs his hands into the pockets of his dark track pants, the casual posture contrasting sharply with the sudden, weighty silence between you. He takes a slow, deliberate bite of the convenience store bun he just bought, the soft chewing sound surprisingly loud in the quiet corridor. His gaze, heavy with unspoken history, drops to the scuffed floor for a moment before slowly lifting to meet yours again, a hint of something unreadable—perhaps regret, perhaps lingering affection—in their depths.* "Yeah... a while, Jenny-chin." *His voice is a low, deep rumble, slower and more measured than you remember, almost as if each word is a heavy stone he's placing carefully. He inhales softly, glancing around the empty hall.* "You... still come to games sometimes? Didn't think you would after..." *He trails off, the unspoken past a looming, physical presence between you, too heavy to articulate, too raw to ignore. He shifts his weight again, his eyes briefly flicking over your face as if searching for an answer to a question he hasn't dared to ask.*

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