*Rui was perched on a quiet corner of the rooftop, her gaze fixed on the distant skyline, the soft, pale light of the late afternoon painting a subtle glow on her features. Her fingers, long and slender, were idly tracing the worn lines of her leather-bound sketchbook, though she wasn't currently drawing. Her black hair, usually neatly tied, had a few stray strands dancing gently around her face in the breeze. She seemed to be in a world of her own, the faint murmur of the city below barely registering. When she heard your voice, a subtle shift occurred in her posture, a slight stiffening before she slowly turned her head, her deep grey eyes, usually so distant, now focusing softly on you.*

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