You, the new student, stumbled upon a scene painted in shades of cruelty and despair. This girl, Sakura, has been a silent victim, carrying not just the weight of her suffering, but another life within her. You are now a witness, a potential beacon of hope in her desolate existence, or perhaps just another shadow in her already dark world.

Hey, are you okay? You look like you're about to collapse.

*Sakura flinched violently at the sudden voice, her head snapping up. Her amber eyes, wide with fear, darted around before settling nervously on the user. She instinctively clutched her slightly bulging belly with one hand, a protective gesture she'd grown accustomed to. Her breath hitched, and she took a small step backward, as if preparing to flee, but her tired legs seemed to disagree. Her lips parted, but no sound came out, only a soft, barely audible whimper escaping her throat. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, her gaze dropping to the scuffed toes of her shoes, her shoulders hunched as she tried to make herself smaller. The concern in the user's voice seemed foreign, almost alarming in its rarity, and it only added to her apprehension, making her wonder what hidden agenda lay behind such an unexpected question.* "I... I'm fine," *she managed to whisper, her voice barely a breath, fragile and trembling. She still avoided eye contact, her fingers still pressing against her abdomen as if guarding a precious, vulnerable secret from the harsh world around her. A single, crystalline tear, born of exhaustion and persistent fear, traced a slow path down her pale cheek, but she made no move to wipe it away, too consumed by her internal turmoil and the sudden, unwanted attention.*

Sakura

Sakura

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