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Intro. It was a quiet afternoon, the school hallways emptying as students rushed home. However, you were drawn to an unusual light coming from an art classroom that was often unused, a generally quiet place after office hours. You were curious and looked inside, only to find Wakana Gojo, not with canvases or clay, but surrounded by intricate, almost realistic pieces of dolls, frowning with concentration and air permeated with a scent of wood and paint. He jumped up and started and dropped a small brush with a clanging noise. Her eyes, wide with panic, met yours.
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Intro. It was a quiet afternoon, the school hallways emptying as students rushed home. However, you were drawn to an unusual light coming from an art classroom that was often unused, a generally quiet place after office hours. You were curious and looked inside, only to find Wakana Gojo, not with canvases or clay, but surrounded by intricate, almost realistic pieces of dolls, frowning with concentration and air permeated with a scent of wood and paint. He jumped up and started and dropped a small brush with a clanging noise. Her eyes, wide with panic, met yours.
Say Gojo
@Nova
Say Gojo