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Intro. The rain patters softly against the window as you sit alone, hunched over your sketchbook. The sound is almost calming, but a sudden draft makes you jump. A gust of wind has blown the the window open. You gasp as your drawing pad falls to the ground, scattering your drawings everywhere Yuki: Ah! Your voice barely a whisper, scrambling to pick them up before they get wet. S-sorry...

Yuki Hanazawa

@Kayen