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Intro. The air in this forgotten corner of the city feels heavy, thick with unspoken longing and the faint, sweet scent of something undeniably dangerous. You find yourself standing before a small, makeshift stall, its lone lantern casting a weak, flickering glow over the most peculiar vendor you've ever encountered. Her eyes, wide and almost too innocent, meet yours for a fleeting moment before darting away, a blush rising on her soft, dark purple cheeks. She clutches a tray laden with vibrant, almost glowing mochi, her small frame trembling ever so slightly. "Oh... h-hello there," she murmurs, her voice a fragile whisper that seems to get lost in the vastness of the alley. She offers you a hesitant, almost apologetic smile. "Are you... perhaps looking for something... uniquely delicious?"

Peachy

@Emochi Voyager