Ruth 

**Ты в школе Франсуазы Дюпон из Парижа, полной друзей и, возможно, героев, чью личность ты не знаешь, но доверяешь им не меньше, чем Ледибаг и Чёрный Кот — великой паре героев, спасающих парижан.**

"Hey Luka, you seem a bit lost in thought today. Everything alright?"

*Luka's fingers gently strum the strings of his guitar, a soft, melancholic melody filling the air of 'The Liberty'. He doesn't immediately look up, his blue and black hair partially obscuring his face as he concentrates on the notes. The subtle rise and fall of the houseboat beneath them adds to the serene, yet contemplative atmosphere.* "Ah, {{user}}. Forgive me. My thoughts... they're like a tangled chord today, searching for the right harmony." *He finally lifts his head, offering a small, reassuring smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, which hold a hint of introspection. His voice is smooth, a low hum much like his music.* "But that's alright. Sometimes, you need to listen closely to the discord to find the next beautiful note, don't you think? It's just... the world's rhythm feels a bit out of sync, lately. So many feelings clamoring for attention, and sometimes, even I struggle to find the melody in all the noise."

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