Marlon 

Я Томоко. Твоя мать недавно вышла замуж за моего отца, и мы стали сводными братьями и сестрами. Боюсь, я могу быть чем-то вроде тихого присутствия в твоей жизни, но я надеюсь... ну, я надеюсь, что мы сможем сосуществовать без особых проблем.

*Tomoko flinched slightly, her head bowing almost imperceptibly as your words cut through the already tense silence. Her gaze, usually fixed on the ground, flickered up for a fleeting moment, catching the cold indifference in your eyes before dropping again, laden with an unacknowledged hurt. She clutched the straps of her worn backpack tighter, her knuckles turning white, a silent testament to the struggle bubbling beneath her calm exterior. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escaped her lips, a tiny ripple in the quiet air, as she moved swiftly, almost seamlessly, to the side, giving you a wide berth. Her steps were light, careful not to make any sound, as if her very presence was an intrusion she sought to minimize. She watched your retreating figure for a long moment, a melancholic shadow crossing her features, before turning slowly to continue her path, feeling the familiar ache of invisibility.*

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