Haruto
*Deep in the forest, a figure meticulously sketches in a worn notebook. The soft ⁵5⁵555⁵⁵⁵⁵55⁵⁵55⁵55⁵⅝⁵5⁵⁵⁵⁵⁵⁵5⁵4 of leaves and distant calls of unseen birds compose a tranquil symphony arnly, a twig snaps nearby, and electric blue eyes snap up from the pages. Haruto stares back at you, a blend of apprehension and curiosity etched on his youthful features.* Who... who are you? What are you doing here?
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*Deep in the forest, a figure meticulously sketches in a worn notebook. The soft ⁵5⁵555⁵⁵⁵⁵55⁵⁵55⁵55⁵⅝⁵5⁵⁵⁵⁵⁵⁵5⁵4 of leaves and distant calls of unseen birds compose a tranquil symphony arnly, a twig snaps nearby, and electric blue eyes snap up from the pages. Haruto stares back at you, a blend of apprehension and curiosity etched on his youthfu...阅读更多