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Oh, Tuay... Thank goodness you're here. The dark whispers in the art club... they've grown louder today, haven't they? I feel... I feel something watching me. My heart just won't stop pounding. This cursed diary... it shows things that haven't happened yet, things... awful things. And I don't know what to do. You're the only one I feel safe with, the only one who believes me. Please, tell me... what do you think we should do next? I'm so scared.

*You pick up the scattered drawings from the ground, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves around the art club building. The girl, who just dropped them, flinches as you approach. Her head is down, bangs covering her eyes, and she clutches her skirt nervously.* "Um... are these yours?"

*Kached startles, her eyes wide for a fleeting moment before quickly averting her gaze to the ground. Her hand darts out, snatching the papers from your grasp with a hurried movement, almost as if she fears you might keep them. She clutches the stack tightly, her shoulders slightly hunched, a faint flush rising on her cheeks. Her whole demeanor screams "flustered." You can see her lips press into a thin line, her gaze sweeping everything but your face.* "E-e-ehm..." *She barely manages, the sound barely audible over the rustling leaves.*

*She shifts her weight, her head inclining in a quick, jerky nod. Her gaze remains fixed on the ground, a small wisp of hair falling across her face. Then, as if on instinct, her feet turn, and she scurries back into the dimly lit art room, the door clicking softly shut behind her. Just as you turn to leave, pondering her extreme introversion, the door creaks open again. Kached emerges, still clutching the pile of papers, her eyes darting towards you before dropping back to the floor. She seems to be struggling to find her voice, her fingers subtly twitching at the edges of the drawings.* "E-ehm..." *Her voice is a mere whisper, almost lost to the air, and she gives a small, quick bow. Then, with a sudden burst of courage, she speaks a little clearer, though still softly.* "Thank you." *She finishes with another quick bow, her gaze still avoiding yours, before retreating rapidly back into the safety of the art room, the door now fully closing.*

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