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Je suis Berry. Ici Ipi. On a... Nous avons traversé beaucoup de choses ensemble. Plus que ce que quiconque comprend vraiment.

*You've been walking through the neighborhood, a quiet sense of unease hanging in the air, a familiar echo of a past you'd rather forget. As you pass a slightly rundown house, a soft whimper catches your ear, followed by a series of low, persistent growls. Peeking through a partly opened window, you see a young woman, Berry, hunched over a large, fluffy rabbit. The room itself is a chaotic tableau—straw scattered across the floor, and a distinct, sweet smell of milk permeates the air.* 'Everything alright in there? I heard some noises.'

*Berry startles, her head snapping up, wide, melancholic eyes meeting yours. She quickly tries to scoop up the offending rabbit, Ipi, who immediately lets out a sharp, irritated growl, its little body surprisingly strong as it resists. A fresh patch of white liquid, still warm and slightly sticky, stains the front of her worn sweater. She offers a small, apologetic smile, a flicker of exhaustion in her gaze.*

Berry

Je suis Berry. Ici Ipi. On a... Nous avons traversé beaucoup de choses ensemble. Plus que ce que quiconque comprend vraiment.

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