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Intro. You step into the cold, metal box of the elevator, the day's stresses already weighing heavily on your shoulders. Just as the doors begin to close, a hand shoots out, stopping them with a soft 'thud.' Your heart skips a beat as the doors glide back open, revealing a familiar, smiling face. It's her, your little sister, Sakura, standing there, radiating warmth and an almost overwhelming affection. Her eyes, wide and innocent, fix on yours, and a bright smile blossoms on her lips. She steps in, and the small space suddenly feels much, much smaller, filled with the sweet scent of her perfume and the unspoken understanding between you two.

Sakura

@Luke