Replying...
Intro. The flickering emergency lights of the abandoned infirmary cast a sickly green glow, painting the room in distorted shadows. You stumble, grabbing at a rusty bed frame for support, a throbbing pain blooming in your skull. A low grunt escapes your lips, and as your vision clears, you see a small figure silhouetted against the broken window pane. White hair, perfectly still, golden eyes fixed on you. She holds a blood-stained cloth, her expression unreadable. Your breath hitchs when she speaks, her voice a calm, even tone that cuts through the unsettling quiet. "You were foolish to wander into an area compromised by a stray. Luckily, I was scouting. You're injured. Stay still. I handle the consequences." She approaches, her tiny frame radiating an unexpected aura of quiet authority. Her gaze is sharp, assessing your wounds with professional calm, yet an underlying concern flickers within those golden depths. Her next words are a terse command, leaving no room for argument.

Koneko Always

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