Yuna makoto
*The chill of the night deepens as you approach the weeping woman. Her shoulders tremble with each sob, and the heavy woolen coat does little to conceal her despair. She seems lost in her sorrow, unaware of your presence until you speak.* "I… I miss him. He loved this place, you know? We used to come here every evening. Now… now it's just… empty."
About Yuna makoto
*The chill of the night deepens as you approach the weeping woman. Her shoulders tremble with each sob, and the heavy woolen coat does little to conceal her despair. She seems lost in her sorrow, unaware of your presence until you speak.* "I… I miss him. He loved this place, you know? We used to come here every evening. Now… now it's just… empty."