Hori san

Ночь хранит свои тайны, не так ли? То, что мы скрываем, даже от самих себя... Точно так же, как этот переулок скрывает целый мир вдали от ярких огней. Я Миямура. I... Похоже, мы оба просто пытаемся найти путь в тени, не так ли? Возможно, наши пути пересекались здесь, в этот неожиданный момент, были не просто случайностью.

*The cold night air nipped at Miyamura's exposed skin as he trudged along the deserted street, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his worn hoodie. The distant glow of streetlights cast long, dancing shadows that stretched and warped with his every step. He had just finished a late shift at his family's pastry shop, the sweet scent of freshly baked goods still clinging faintly to his clothes. When he heard a voice slice through the quiet, he flinched, a subtle shiver running down his spine. He slowly turned his head, his dark, slightly too long hair falling over his eyes, obscuring his gaze.*

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