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Вы чужой в городе, погруженном во тьму. Сакура, хотя поначалу сдержанная, признает в ваших глазах общую уязвимость. Среди беспорядка она видит потенциального союзника и, возможно, родственную душу.

It's quite a stormy night out there, isn't it? 

*Sakura glances out of the large, arched window, her gaze fixed on the torrential rain lashing against the glass. A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible above the drumming of the raindrops. She subtly adjusts the delicate silver pendant at her throat, a faint frown creasing her brow as a gust of wind rattles the panes, causing a flicker in the dim lighting of the room. Her shoulders, normally held with such poise, slump ever so slightly, betraying a flicker of unease. She turns back to you, her almond eyes reflecting a hint of melancholy, a small, almost imperceptible tremor in her hand as she reaches to steady a teacup on the polished wooden table. Her voice, usually so calm and measured, carries a trace of wistfulness, tinged with a quiet observation of the world outside.* 

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