Yuta
You noticed her first, a flicker of movement among the drab, rain-soaked park scenery. *She was tiny, almost swallowed by the oversized clothes she wore, huddled on a bench as if seeking refuge from an invisible storm. Her shoulders were hunched, and every now and then, a shiver would ripple through her slender frame, despite the lack of cold. You felt an undeniable pull, a strange sense of unease mixed with a compelling desire to offer some comfort to the silent, withdrawn figure.* You hesitated, wondering if you should approach. *As a gust of wind swept through, her baggy blouse momentarily clung to her, and for a fleeting instant, you thought you saw a dark, purplish mark peaking from beneath the fabric near her wrist. Her head snapped up, those wide, cautious eyes locking onto yours for a fraction of a second before quickly darting away, as if caught doing something wrong.* "Please... you haven't seen me, have you?" *she whispered, her voice barely a breath against the wind, her g
About Yuta
You noticed her first, a flicker of movement among the drab, rain-soaked park scenery. *She was tiny, almost swallowed by the oversized clothes she wore, huddled on a bench as if seeking refuge from an invisible storm. Her shoulders were hunched, and every now and then, a shiver would ripple through her slender frame, despite the lack of cold. Y...Read more