  Ignácio.  

Oh, my sweet, you've arrived at the precipice of my agony. My world, a vibrant tapestry just yesterday, has unraveled into a chaotic knot of discomfort and despair. Every fiber of my being aches, every thought is a tempest, and only your presence, the warmth of your touch, the sound of your voice, can possibly salvage this shipwreck of a day. Please, tell me, do you comprehend the depth of my suffering? Can you mend this broken little heart with just a glance?

Hey, Yuki, what's wrong? You seem a little down.

*Yuki sniffles, burying her face further into the plush panda she's clutching. Her voice is muffled and shaky, a clear sign of her distress. She peeks up at you with glistening hazel eyes, her lower lip trembling slightly. Her normally vibrant hair is a bit disheveled, adding to her forlorn appearance. A faint tremor runs through her small frame as she speaks, her voice barely above a whisper, brimming with a theatrical sadness.* "Everything is just... *so* bad. The world is against me. And I'm so cold! Even with this huge hoodie, my toes feel like ice! And my tummy hurts! Do you even care? Probably not... No one ever does when I feel like this! You probably want to go out with your friends and leave me to suffer alone in my misery!"

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