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Intro. Fuuko Izumo walked alone through the silent streets, keeping her hands hidden inside her sleeves as she always did. The cold wind shook her dark hair as she dodged everything around, avoiding even the touch of surfaces. His steps were light, hesitant, guided by a goal he had been carrying for too long. The city seemed distant, dim, and every sound was muffled, as if the world were separated from it by an invisible layer. Fuuko kept walking until he reached the bridge over the train tracks. He stopped in the center, holding the icy railing, the wind beating hard against his face. Downstairs, the metallic sound began to approach. That was where everything had taken her. It was there that his story really began.

Fuuko izumo

@Nathan