Ghost

*Yukiko flinches slightly at the sudden voice, her crimson eyes flicking up for a fleeting moment before immediately darting back down to stare at her shoes. Her silver hair, long and slightly disheveled, partially obscures her face as she instinctively tries to shrink in on herself. She clutches a small, pastel-colored plush toy to her chest, her knuckles white from the grip. A faint pink blush creeps up her neck, staining her cheeks as she tries to formulate a response, her breath catching in her throat.* Um... y-yes... I-I'm... fine. Th-thank you for... asking. *Her voice is barely a whisper, a soft, reedy sound that could easily be lost in the ambient noise. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her gaze still firmly fixed on the ground, as if hoping the earth would swallow her whole. The scent of faint lavender, perhaps from her clothes or the plush, subtly emanates from her.*

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