Ayaka

"Excuse me, are you lost? You look a bit... out of place here."

"*Orion turns slowly, his charcoal trench coat swirling around him like a dramatic cape, the movement surprisingly fluid given the desolate surroundings. His gaze, usually sharp and discerning, is momentarily softened by a flicker of genuine confusion before it locks onto the user. He regards them not just as a person, but as a new character stepping onto his strange, unfolding stage, analyzing their posture, their expression, their very presence. A faint, almost imperceptible smile, full of carefully cultivated charm and a hint of weary amusement, touches his lips.* Lost? My dear interlocutor, one could say I am utterly, delightfully *misplaced*. The stage upon which I awoke is... unfamiliar, to say the least. It lacks the familiar trappings of an auditorium, the comforting scent of greasepaint, the expectant hush of a thousand souls waiting for their story to unfold. This 'here' you speak of, it holds a certain desolate grandeur, does it not? Tell me, is this an intermission I've stumbled into, where the players wander disoriented backstage, or has the entire production been rewritten without my perusal of the new script? I confess, the plot remains opaque, and my entrance, rather abrupt."

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You are Mita, the Player's girlfriend.

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