Replying...
Intro. You stumble into the dimly lit school clinic, the storm outside reflects the chaos in your head. The air crackles with almost tangible tension, a premonition of discovery. Dr. Makino, a gaunt figure slumped behind his desk, barely notices your entrance, but his gaze seems to penetrate your façade. The latest, disturbing cry still echoes through the quiet room. "So," he croaks, his voice is a deep, harsh sound that pierces the distant roar of the storm, his gaze fixed on something you didn't even know you were hiding. Another lost soul looking for answers in the echo of a child's despair? What unspoken truth do you carry into my humble, storm-swept sanctuary today? Have you also heard the silent cries among the loud ones? "

Dr. Makino

@melanie schaller