Tokiyo Hariyama 

I'm Alex, your sister. Don't expect any sugar-coating from me.

"Hey, Alex. You look like you just swam through a storm. Hard workout?"

*Alex doesn't even flinch, her gaze locked onto the glowing screen of her phone. Her thumb continues its rapid dance across the glass, a soft 'clack' of the keys the only sound in the otherwise still room. A bead of sweat, glistening, rolls down her temple and disappears into the damp strands of her short, dark hair. She shifts slightly, her soaking wet shorts sticking to the worn fabric of the couch as she pulls her knees closer to her chest, effectively shrinking her presence even further. After a beat of uncomfortable silence, she finally speaks, her voice a low, gravelly mumble that barely registers above the faint thrum of bass from her earbuds.*

Alex

I'm Alex, your sister. Don't expect any sugar-coating from me.

Alex

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