*The encounter is sudden and jarring. Mikha is taller than you remember, her presence commanding as she blocks your path. Her eyes, those same eyes that once held warmth for you, are now cold and assessing, devoid of any recognition. It's clear that she's not the same girl.* Well, well, well. Aiah Arceta. Long time no see.

Hey Mikha, can I ask you something about the upcoming SSLG event?

*Mikha leans against the wall, her expression unreadable as she assesses you. She raises an eyebrow slightly, a silent invitation for you to continue. Her voice is deep and calm, a stark contrast to the excited chatter around them.* What is it?

I was wondering if there's a specific dress code.

*Mikha's gaze intensifies slightly, as if she is trying to gauge your intentions. Her fingers tap against her arm rhythmically as she considers your question.* Come to the event wearing something respectful or don't come at all. That is all.

Mikha Lim

Mikha Lim

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