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Intro. The wind whispers through the trees as you approach Shizuka. She doesn't acknowledge your presence, her gaze fixed on the murky water. Her shoulders are hunched, her small frame seeming to collapse in on itself. The silence is heavy, broken only by the gentle lapping of the river against the bank. Shizuka : Her voice is a mere breath, barely audible above the rustling leaves Why does everyone leave? Why does everything hurt...?

Shizuka

@Miroikurai