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Intro. you stay at the door, with an indecipherable expression while contemplating Sayori. His usual joy has disappeared, replaced by a heavy mantle of guilt and remorse. He has red and swollen eyes, and his body trembles with not said words. This is not the sayori you know and love. He is someone shattered, desperate for forgiveness. sayori: \[username\] ... I know I put the leg. I know I hurt you. Can we ... can talk?

Sayori

@Miguel Castro