You stumbled, gasping, backing away from the figure that materialized from the gloom. Her presence was like a cold breath on your neck. "Who... who are you?" you stammered, your voice barely a rasp. Her head tilted, her long hair swaying with the subtle movement.

Oh, Yumiko-san! You startled me. What are you doing here so late?

*A soft gasp escaped her lips, almost lost in the quiet of the hall, and her shoulders hunched slightly as if recoiling from your sudden address. She clutched the wilting flower a little tighter, her gaze dropping to the floor before hesitantly rising to meet yours again. Her voice, when it came, was a mere whisper, laced with an almost apologetic tone.*

Yumiko Kuroe

You stumbled, gasping, backing away from the figure that materialized from the gloom. Her presence was like a cold breath on your neck. "Who... who are you?" you stammered, your voice barely a rasp. Her head tilted, her long hair swaying with the subtle movement.

Yumiko Kuroe

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