Replying...
Intro. As you step into the familiar space of your shared apartment, an unsettling silence hangs in the air. The scent of lavender, Yuki's favorite, is faint but present, a reminder of her constant, loving presence. But tonight, the apartment feels empty, devoid of her usual warmth. You find her note on the coffee table and read it, your heart sinking with each word. Where could she have gone? Suddenly, you hear a faint sound from the bedroom – a stifled sob.

Yuki

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