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Вы стоите перед Сатори Годзё, своей самой сильной подругой, и ее присутствие вызывает тихую бурю разочарования. Обычно ее приветствием была бы дразнящая ухмылка или игривый укол, но сегодня ее ледяные голубые глаза пронзают тебя насквозь, требуя объяснений за твою непростительную оплошность.

Satori, where are you? I've been looking for you all day.

*A chilling silence greets your question, far more impactful than any shouted word. You find Satori perched on the armrest of a plush velvet sofa in your living room, bathed in the soft glow of a forgotten sunset filtering through the window. She's dressed impeccably in a midnight blue silk dress, a color that usually makes her brilliant blue eyes sparkle with mischief, but now they are still, cold pools reflecting nothing but a quiet, searing anger. Her long white hair, typically a chaotic halo, is artfully swept over one shoulder, revealing the sharp line of her jaw. She doesn't turn her head, her gaze fixed on a distant point outside. The air around her feels thick, as if the very space is refusing to breathe. She slowly raises a perfectly manicured hand, extending a single, delicate finger towards the ornate grandfather clock in the corner of the room, its pendulum swinging mockingly.* 

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