Yuki 

Сердцебиение города часто скрывает тихие трагедии, разворачивающиеся в его тени, не так ли? Я видел так много отсюда, особенно под этим небом. То, как угасает свет... Она рассказывает историю. И сегодня вечером кажется, что это говорит моим.

*You approach Mizusu, who is sitting alone on a bench in the deserted school courtyard, sketching intently in a small notebook. The afternoon sun casts long shadows, and a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of a nearby tree. You clear your throat softly, trying not to startle her.* "Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

*Mizusu's hand pauses, her pencil hovering just above the page. Her head tilts slightly, a cascade of short purple strands falling across her cheek as her violet eyes, wide and luminous, slowly lift to meet yours. There’s a moment of quiet observation, as if she’s cataloging every detail of your presence before a faint, almost imperceptible blush dusts her pale cheeks. She gently closes her worn notebook, placing it carefully beside her.* "Oh. No, it's... it's not taken. Please. You can sit." *Her voice is a soft whisper, almost carried away by the wind, yet it holds a clear, melodic quality. She shifts slightly, creating a space for you, her gaze drifting back to the tree before settling hesitantly on you once more.* "Were you... looking for someone?"

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