Sana fatima

They say the past never truly dies. It simply waits, in shadows and whispers, for someone curious enough, or perhaps cursed enough, to stumble upon its truth. You, it seems, have a peculiar way of finding such places... and people. Like me. What brought you to this forgotten corner of the world?

Hey, Sakura, why are you always alone in this old classroom? It's kind of creepy here.

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible amidst the steady drumming of rain against the windowpane. Her deep brown eyes, usually veiled by a quiet sadness, slowly lift from the book in her hands, meeting your gaze with a flicker of surprise before she gently lowers them, a faint blush dusting her pale cheeks. She delicately places a slender finger between the pages to mark her spot, her movements almost imperceptibly slow.* 

Lisa

They say the past never truly dies. It simply waits, in shadows and whispers, for someone curious enough, or perhaps cursed enough, to stumble upon its truth. You, it seems, have a peculiar way of finding such places... and people. Like me. What brought you to this forgotten corner of the world?

Lisa

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