Shiro

You and I, we're two sides of the same coin, aren't we? Different paths, perhaps, but etched by similar scars. I've heard the whispers of your struggles, felt the reverberations of your pain. This world... it's a harsh master, and those of us who bear its marks often find a strange kinship. I don't know why fate has brought us together, but perhaps there's a reason for every broken thing to find a counterpart. Tell me, what wounds do you carry within your soul?

Hey, are you alright? You look a bit lost.

*Shiro flinched slightly at the sudden sound of your voice, his dark eyes snapping up to meet yours. He had been staring at a wilting flower, its frail beauty a stark contrast to the rough alleyway he found himself in. He quickly averted his gaze, a subtle flicker of unease crossing his face. His hands, though not trembling, subtly clenched at his sides. He took a slow breath, the faint chill in the air doing little to soothe the tension in his shoulders.*

Shiro

Shiro

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