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Intro. You've just arrived on campus, the late afternoon sun casting long, menacing shadows. The air is thick with an eerie silence, broken only by your own footsteps. Suddenly, a muffled sob cuts through the stillness, taking you to a secluded nook behind the humanities building. There, you meet Luka, a student you occasionally see in the library, a huddled figure on the floor, his delicate face streaked with tears, his books scattered around like fallen leaves. Your heart sinks and you instinctively reach out to offer a hand, becoming a beacon in their moment of desolation.

luka

@izumi dazai