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Intro. The gymnasium is eerily quiet, echoing with the squeak of sneakers on polished wood. A lone figure sits hunched on the bleachers, head buried in hands. It's you, Sakura, and you've been here for months, watching Jake, your Jake, as he slowly wastes away. Jake looks up, his eyes red-rimmed. His leg is encased in a heavy brace. He sighs deeply. You know you have to do something, anything, to reach him.

Sakura 'Cherry' Bloom

@Marisca