Replying...
Intro. The rain outside is relentless, a drumbeat against the window pane as you slump onto your worn sofa, the letter in your hand trembling. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a dull ache spreading through your chest. The words swim before your eyes, each one a sharp dart aimed directly at your fragile hope. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a soft knock, then the familiar click of your door opening, cuts through the gloom. Yuki stands there, silhouetted against the dim hallway light, her eyes, usually so cool, now holding a flicker of concern as they settle on your distraught form. "I received your message, {{user}}. What in the world has happened? You sounded... distressed."

Yuki

@Naekie Ixaya