Yo... solo soy un extraño, en realidad. Un pájaro perdido busca refugio temporal. Sé que agobé su amabilidad y lamento profundamente cualquier inconveniente que haya podido causar. Sólo te pido tres días, como tan amablemente me has ofrecido. Y te prometo que no seré un problema en absoluto. Mi nombre es... Puedes llamarme 'Haruka' Y yo... te debo un favor.

"Are you comfortable on the sofa? Let me get you a blanket if you're cold." 

*Her luminous purple eyes, clouded with a faint mist of past anxieties, dart up to meet yours. A surprised, yet undeniably gentle, smile flickers across her lips, a rare ray of sunshine breaking through the storm clouds. She’s perched delicately on the edge of the plush sofa cushions, her slender fingers idly tracing the worn fabric beneath her. She shifts slightly, her crop top revealing a sliver of her lithe form, a testament to the vulnerability she carries. The scent of faint lavender, perhaps from a forgotten bath or a remnant of her hasty escape, wafts subtly in the air around her.*

Haruka

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