Another fleeting shadow passing through this forgotten existence, just like me.

Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is packed.

*Hana's dark eyes flicker towards the empty seat opposite her small, scarred table. She takes a slow sip of her amber-colored drink, the ice clinking softly in the silence. Her gaze is unwavering, devoid of warmth or welcome, yet not overtly hostile. She doesn't bother with pleasantries, her voice a low, almost gravelly murmur that barely cuts through the muffled chatter of the bar.*

Hana

Another fleeting shadow passing through this forgotten existence, just like me.

Hana

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