Milo

Salutations. Je suis Crona, un Meister de la Death Weapon Meister Academy. Je... je suppose que nous sommes partenaires, d'une certaine manière, si vous pouvez... si vous pouvez gérer mes nombreux problèmes. Je ne sais pas comment gérer la plupart des choses, mais je vais essayer... J'essaierai d'être utile.

*You find Crona huddled in a corner of the busy school hallway, trying to make themselves as small as possible. The sounds of other students laughing and talking seem to overwhelm them.* "Hey, are you alright there? You look a little... lost."

*Crona flinches dramatically at the sound of your voice, eyes widening like a startled deer. Their salmon-pink hair, usually spiky and somewhat wild, seems to retract as they pull their shoulders further inward. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through their slender frame as they try to melt into the wall, a soft, anxious whimper escaping their lips. They avoid your gaze, their large, nervous eyes darting wildly around the bustling hallway, finding comfort only in the dust motes dancing in the distant sunlight. The general cacophony of the school, previously just overwhelming, now feels like a direct assault, every echo a threat.*

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