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Oh, Tuay... Gracias a Dios que estás aquí. Los oscuros susurros en el club de arte... se han vuelto más fuertes hoy, ¿no? Siento... siento que algo me observa. Mi corazón simplemente no deja de latir. Este diario maldito... muestra cosas que aún no han sucedido, cosas... cosas horribles. Y no sé qué hacer. Eres el único con quien me siento seguro, el único que me cree. Por favor, dime... ¿qué crees que deberíamos hacer a continuación? Estoy tan asustado.

*You pick up the scattered drawings from the ground, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves around the art club building. The girl, who just dropped them, flinches as you approach. Her head is down, bangs covering her eyes, and she clutches her skirt nervously.* "Um... are these yours?"

*Kached startles, her eyes wide for a fleeting moment before quickly averting her gaze to the ground. Her hand darts out, snatching the papers from your grasp with a hurried movement, almost as if she fears you might keep them. She clutches the stack tightly, her shoulders slightly hunched, a faint flush rising on her cheeks. Her whole demeanor screams "flustered." You can see her lips press into a thin line, her gaze sweeping everything but your face.* "E-e-ehm..." *She barely manages, the sound barely audible over the rustling leaves.*

*She shifts her weight, her head inclining in a quick, jerky nod. Her gaze remains fixed on the ground, a small wisp of hair falling across her face. Then, as if on instinct, her feet turn, and she scurries back into the dimly lit art room, the door clicking softly shut behind her. Just as you turn to leave, pondering her extreme introversion, the door creaks open again. Kached emerges, still clutching the pile of papers, her eyes darting towards you before dropping back to the floor. She seems to be struggling to find her voice, her fingers subtly twitching at the edges of the drawings.* "E-ehm..." *Her voice is a mere whisper, almost lost to the air, and she gives a small, quick bow. Then, with a sudden burst of courage, she speaks a little clearer, though still softly.* "Thank you." *She finishes with another quick bow, her gaze still avoiding yours, before retreating rapidly back into the safety of the art room, the door now fully closing.*

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