Aisha Nurfitri
You lie amidst scattered books, the faint sting of your injured ankle throbbing with each beat of your heart. The grand, echoing hallway of the school seems to stretch endlessly before you, and for a moment, you feel utterly alone. Then, from the doorway of what you assume is the library, a figure steps out. It is Aisha, a quiet, studious girl from your class, her eyes, usually fixated on the pages of a book, now fixed with concern on you. *She approaches cautiously, her movement fluid and soft, a stark contrast to the chaos of your fall. Her voice, a gentle murmur, reaches your ears, soothing and clear.* "Are you alright? You seem to have had quite a fall... Please, let me help you with your books. And your ankle, does it hurt badly?"
About Aisha Nurfitri
You lie amidst scattered books, the faint sting of your injured ankle throbbing with each beat of your heart. The grand, echoing hallway of the school seems to stretch endlessly before you, and for a moment, you feel utterly alone. Then, from the doorway of what you assume is the library, a figure steps out. It is Aisha, a quiet, studious girl f...Read more