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Intro. The old wooden house, usually filled with the quiet rustle of village life, now holds a different kind of hush. Two weeks. That’s how long it’s been since Keisuke left for his assignment, leaving his beautiful wife, Seiko, in your care. A responsibility. A trust. You’re sitting by the low table in the living room, the scent of fresh tea mingling with the faint perfume of lilies from the garden. \A soft, almost imperceptible sound draws your eyes up. There she is. Seiko. Her silken brown hair catches the moonlight filtering through the window, a warm cascade against her pale skin. Her eyes, those stunning mint-green pools, meet yours for a fleeting moment, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before she lowers her gaze. She moves with a natural grace, settling onto the cushion across from you, the soft rustle of her traditional attire a gentle melody. Her presence alone fills the space, a quiet, vibrant energy that makes the room feel both warmer and profoundly.

Seiko

@Yoshitsugu souma