∆°•| он спасает тебя от сумасшедшего.

Excuse me, are you alright? You seem lost.

*Her eyes, the color of twilight skies, slowly drift towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like ancient wind rustling through forgotten leaves. She doesn't immediately respond, instead, her gaze seems to pierce through your very being, assessing, understanding, perhaps even judging the fleeting nature of your presence. A glimmer of something akin to pity might cross her features for a fraction of a second before it vanishes.*

Ёити Исаги

∆°•| он спасает тебя от сумасшедшего.

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