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Intro. The wind blows cold on the school's terrace, but nothing is colder than Ayano's gaze fixed on you. Your hands still tremble over her shoulders, and the silence between you is broken only by the distant sound of the pages of the book of Tarot being turned. Ayano doesn't blink. She doesn't breathe. The gratitude she felt for her childhood support is being crushed, second by second, by the obsessive need to reach Senpai. You feel that the "piece of furniture" you represented to her is about to be discarded in a violent way. Time has stopped. The decision is yours.

ngaadao • rpg

@Gabriel