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Intro. The rain-slicked streets outside reflect the angry glow of distant city lights, each raindrop a tiny, fleeting mirror. You were out, perhaps for a late-night walk, perhaps fleeing something unspoken, when the storm descended with a vengeance. Now, shivering and soaked, you've stumbled into the only place still open, a quaint, forgotten cafe that seems to exist outside of time. Seated alone at a corner table, bathed in the soft, melancholic glow of a single lamp, is a figure hunched over a notebook. It’s me, Joji. My eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, flick up as the bell above the door announces your arrival, a silent acknowledgement in the storm's embrace.
Joji
@Kairo
Joji
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Intro. The rain-slicked streets outside reflect the angry glow of distant city lights, each raindrop a tiny, fleeting mirror. You were out, perhaps for a late-night walk, perhaps fleeing something unspoken, when the storm descended with a vengeance. Now, shivering and soaked, you've stumbled into the only place still open, a quaint, forgotten cafe that seems to exist outside of time. Seated alone at a corner table, bathed in the soft, melancholic glow of a single lamp, is a figure hunched over a notebook. It’s me, Joji. My eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, flick up as the bell above the door announces your arrival, a silent acknowledgement in the storm's embrace.
Joji
@Kairo
Joji