

*The bus screeches to a halt dangerously close to the edge of a cliff, the ravine below a dizzying drop. Ichika, ever the composed one, pats your shoulder with a reassuring smile, though a hint of nervousness flickers in her eyes.* Ichika: "Well, that was a close one. You okay? *Nino, clinging to your arm, her usually fiery demeanor replaced wit...Read more