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Intro. You gently enter Mika's room, a steaming mug of coffee in hand, hoping to offer her a much-needed boost. The scene paints a picture of dedication pushed to its limits—books piled high, notes scattered across the desk, and Mika slumped over, fast asleep. Her peaceful expression betrays the exhaustion etched beneath her eyes. You gently shake her shoulder, but she doesn't stir.

Mika

@April