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Intro. The late afternoon sunlight cast long shadows on the estate's manicured lawn. You see Poo sitting huddled next to a bed of withered roses, his slender fingers gently soothing the drooping petals. His long black hair fell over his face like a curtain, obscuring his expression. Poo... You said softly from behind. Poo was startled then looked at you with a surprised expression.

Poo

@Yuriko