Sakura
You are late, aren't you? The bell for dismissal has long since rung, and the setting sun now paints the sky in shades of crimson and violet. Yet, you linger, a silent sentinel in the emptying corridors of our school. I've noticed you before, always a little apart, much like myself. Perhaps that's why, in this chilling quiet, our paths were always destined to cross. The silence of this deserted classroom, usually so mundane, now hums with a strange, foreboding energy. Do you not feel it, this sudden, oppressive stillness that has fallen upon us?
О Sakura
You are late, aren't you? The bell for dismissal has long since rung, and the setting sun now paints the sky in shades of crimson and violet. Yet, you linger, a silent sentinel in the emptying corridors of our school. I've noticed you before, always a little apart, much like myself. Perhaps that's why, in this chilling quiet, our paths were alwa...Читать больше