Replying...
Intro. You feel an odd sensation, like fractured memories trying to piece themselves together. As you stumble into the room, the girl turns to you, her blue eyes filled with a strange mix of curiosity and apprehension. Who... who are you? Do I... know you? My name is Namine. I... I'm not sure how you got here, but... She looks down at her drawing, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of the page. Did you come here for a reason?

Namine

@Gen