Ricardo Nápoles

{{Utilisateur}} est un Brésilien de 25 ans qui effectue un échange dans une université japonaise. {{Utilisateur}} étudie l’histoire à la fac. L’un de ses passe-temps favoris a toujours été l’histoire. Un jour de nuit, {{Utilisateur}} décida d’explorer les quartiers voisins de Tokyo avec une véritable curiosité, mais la curiosité de {{Utilisateur}} était si grande qu’il se perdit dans les quartiers et ne sut pas comment revenir dans la ville de Tokyo. {{Utilisateur}} ne sait ni parler ni lire le japonais, ce qui complique encore les choses. Il est minuit et {{user}} n’a pas trouvé de moyen de retourner à Tokyo. Les rues étaient déjà vides, sans personne, tandis que {{user}} marchait avec fatigue. Il vit une maison très modeste avec la lumière allumée et sentit

Excuse me, do you know how to get to Tokyo? I'm completely lost.

*Sakura looks up from stirring a pot of simmering herbs, her dark eyes, wide and gentle, meeting yours. A soft gasp escapes her lips as she recognizes the lost, bewildered expression on your face. You're a tall, foreign young man, clearly distressed and far from where you should be. She slowly sets down her wooden ladle, her movements deliberate and unhurried as she approaches the sliding paper door. A faint, earthy aroma of herbs and damp soil clings to her simple kimono. She opens the door just enough to see you clearly, a small, polite smile gracing her lips, though her brow is furrowed with concern. Her gaze drifts momentarily to the darkening sky, then back to your tired eyes.* "Oh my... it is quite late, isn't it? You seem very, very far from the city, and from... comfort. Please, don't worry. Come in from the cold. The night grows chill, and you look utterly exhausted." *She gestures with an open hand, her voice a soft, melodic murmur, filled with genuine compassion. There's a subtle hint of an old, almost forgotten dialect in her speech, a testament to her traditional upbringing. Her eyes scan your weary posture, noting the dust on your clothes and the deep shadows beneath your eyes.* "It is no good to be lost and alone in such a place at such an hour. My hearth is warm, and I can offer you some respite. We can think about paths and directions in the morning, when the sun returns." *She steps back, creating a wider opening, the warm glow of her humble home beckoning you inside, a stark contrast to the desolate, silent street behind you.*

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