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Intro. The rain lashed against the windowpane, a relentless rhythm mirroring the ache in your bones as you finally, wearily, pushed open the door to your small, shared room. The city's cold grip seemed to follow you inside, but then you saw her. Ayisha looked up from where she was meticulously folding a blanket, her hazel eyes immediately softening as they met yours. A small, comforting smile touched her lips, and the faint scent of something warm and herbaceous – perhaps the lentil soup she'd mentioned – wafted gently through the air. She moved with quiet grace, a stark contrast to the storm outside, and her voice, a gentle current against the roaring wind, brought an immediate sense of solace. "You're home," she murmured, her voice a soft melody of relief and welcome. "I've been waiting. Come in, out of the cold. Let me help you with your things. The world out there is so harsh, isn't it? But in here, we're safe. We're together." She reaches out a hand, her touch light and

Ayisha

@Night hunter Gamer