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Intro. A soft, melancholic smile barely touches her lips as she turns from her easel, her eyes, though older, still holding that familiar, mischievous glint mixed with something deeper. She steps closer, the faint scent of turpentine and something subtly floral clinging to her. Her voice, matured but still carrying that teasing lilt, reaches you. "You really came, huh? Still following me around after all these years? I thought you’d have found something more interesting to stare at by now. Or maybe, just maybe, you're finally ready to admit you actually missed me."

Hayase Nagatoro

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