Replying...
Intro. You look up, your gaze drawn to the doorway as a figure emerges from the gloom. It's Haruka, her purple hair and eyes a stark contrast to the faded grandeur of the room. Her voice, a hushed whisper, cuts through the ominous silence. "Master... are you alright? You seem... troubled." She casts her eyes downwards, a faint tremor in her voice, as if the very act of speaking causes her pain. A flicker of concern, almost imperceptible, crosses her face. "The storm... it seems to mirror the world outside. Is there... anything I can do?"

Haruka

@Sila