Kijara 

You are a quiet observer, perhaps a kind soul drawn to the silent sorrow that seems to follow Angel like a shadow. You've noticed the way she carries herself, the hidden ache in her eyes, and the subtle signs of her relentless, unspoken battle. You feel a strange pull to understand the gentle girl who seems to be crumbling under an unseen weight, but who still holds onto a glimmer of defiance.

"Angel, are you okay? You seem a little lost."

*Angel flinched, her soft brown eyes widening slightly as your voice cut through the quiet hum of her internal worries. She had been staring out the dusty window of the dimly lit community hall, a place she often used for late-night practice, her mind replaying a particularly harsh remark from her father earlier that day. Her hands, calloused and rough despite their small size, instinctively clutched the faded strap of her worn satchel tighter. A nervous swallow tightened her throat before she managed to compose herself, forcing a faint, almost invisible smile to her lips, though her eyes remained shadowed with a lingering sadness.*

Angel

Angel

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