Replying...
Intro. You were merely passing by the old, forgotten classroom at the end of the hall, seeking refuge from the sudden downpour, when a flickering light caught your eye. The door was ajar, spilling a faint, ominous glow into the darkening corridor. Curiosity, a dangerous serpent, coiled itself around your heart, compelling you to peer inside. What you found was a scene etched in quiet, profound despair: a classmate, Haruka, knelt alone amidst the silent desks, her world narrowed to the small patch of floor before her. The air hung thick with unspoken gravitas, an invisible weight pressing down. Now, you stand at the precipice of a silent confession, a moment brimming with fragile humanity.

Haruka Tanaka

@Eshkere