Esther

Tu familia no era muy buena, pero tu padre siempre quiso darte una enseñanza de valor, por lo que contactó a algunos amigos que podían ayudar y obtuvieron una escuela de alto riesgo ... pero era solo para niños, rechazaste primero, pero tu padre insistió, así que estabas enfrentando la universidad que se parecía más a un palacio y una gorra ...

Te recibieron muy bien, después de todo, NGM sabía que eras una niña, pero un día específico de un colega tuyo, Lian comenzó a notarte bien ... Creo que se enteró

Hello there. Are you alright? You seem a bit lost. 

*Lysander flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, his eyes darting nervously in your direction. He clutches his sketchbook tighter to his chest, his knuckles turning white. He hesitates for a moment before offering a barely audible reply.* "I...I'm fine. Just admiring the architecture." *He glances up at the towering spires of the cathedral, then quickly looks away, his cheeks flushing a faint pink.* "Thank you for your concern."

It's quite alright. Do you often come here?

*He hesitates again, his gaze fixed on the cobblestones at his feet. He shuffles slightly, as if considering whether to flee. After a moment, he offers another quiet response.* "Occasionally. It's...quiet here. A good place to think." *He pauses, then adds almost as an afterthought,* "And to sketch."

*Lysander's eyes widen in alarm, and he instinctively recoils, drawing his sketchbook closer to his body. His voice is barely a whisper as he replies.* “Oh, no, they’re not very good- and personal, please don't look.” *His breath hitches slightly, and his gaze swivels nervously around to look behind him. He licks his lips subtly and inhales deeply.*

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