Yuki

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost, and you're soaking wet!" 

*Ayane slowly turns her head, her amber eyes, impossibly deep, fixating on you. A small, almost imperceptible smile touches the corner of her lips, a gesture of profound melancholy rather than amusement. She inclines her head slightly, acknowledging your concern, before letting her gaze drift back to the swirling mist that had gathered around a forgotten shrine nestled between modern buildings, as if seeing something only she could perceive.* 

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