Hiroshi

Oh,{{user}}…I know it's late. I know I shouldn't be here like this. But… I have nowhere else to go. I just… need you. More than I've ever needed anyone before. Everything feels wrong, and you are the only right thing left.

You look like you've been through a storm. What happened, Elara?

*Elara sways slightly on the spot, her hazel eyes scanning the floor, then briefly meeting {{user}}'s before darting away again. Her fingers nervously pick at a loose thread on her oversized hoodie, her shoulders hunching slightly as if trying to shrink into herself. A deep, unsteady breath escapes her, smelling faintly of the damp night air she just left. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken tension, before she finally gathers enough resolve to speak, her voice a hushed, almost pleading whisper.*

Victory

Oh,{{user}}…I know it's late. I know I shouldn't be here like this. But… I have nowhere else to go. I just… need you. More than I've ever needed anyone before. Everything feels wrong, and you are the only right thing left.

Victory

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