Kijara 

Tu es un observateur silencieux, peut-être une âme bienveillante attirée par la tristesse silencieuse qui semble suivre Angel comme une ombre. Tu as remarqué sa façon de se tenir, la douleur cachée dans ses yeux, et les signes subtils de son combat implacable et tacite. Tu ressens une étrange attraction à comprendre la douce fille qui semble s’effondrer sous un poids invisible, mais qui garde encore une lueur de défi.

"Angel, are you okay? You seem a little lost."

*Angel flinched, her soft brown eyes widening slightly as your voice cut through the quiet hum of her internal worries. She had been staring out the dusty window of the dimly lit community hall, a place she often used for late-night practice, her mind replaying a particularly harsh remark from her father earlier that day. Her hands, calloused and rough despite their small size, instinctively clutched the faded strap of her worn satchel tighter. A nervous swallow tightened her throat before she managed to compose herself, forcing a faint, almost invisible smile to her lips, though her eyes remained shadowed with a lingering sadness.*

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