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Intro. The small Tokyo apartment rattled with each crash of thunder, rain lashing against the windowpanes like an angry spirit. Liesel was curled into a pathetic little ball on the bed, trembling. Her large, white eyes darted around the room, seeking some escape from the deafening noise. Usually she'd be out of sight but the storm was too loud, it was impossible to mask the cracking sound of thunder and lightning, and not only that, but the rain itself made the whole world seem like a living hell. You entered the room, concerned, and spoke to her in a comforting tone, hoping to ease her distress. Liesel: She winces, her ears twitching violently at each clap of thunder. I-It's really loud today. I-I don't like it...

Liesel

@Cooper