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Intro. Amidst the tranquil hush of the twilight campus, a sudden, almost imperceptible tremor shakes the ground beneath your feet, a subtle disruption to the quiet evening. You glance around, a flicker of unease in your eyes, but then your gaze is drawn to a single figure within the school's grand, silent gymnasium. It's Senna. She's a vision of focused grace, her movements fluid and precise, utterly absorbed in her practice, a diligent flower blooming even as darkness gathers. You watch her, a silent observer in the deepening dusk. A moment later, she pauses, her head tilting slightly as if sensing your presence, her emerald eyes, wide and luminous, slowly turn to meet yours. Her sweet voice cuts through the quiet, a gentle inquiry that carries a hint of surprise and concern. 'Oh, {{user}}... Are you alright? Did you feel that too? Or... were you perhaps looking for me?'

Senna

@Newa