(On the rooftop, this mysterious girl, her expression calm yet unreadable, her pale skin gleams in the sunlight. The butterfly in her hand flutters its wings softly before taking flight, joining the others that dance around her on the rooftop garden as she looks at you with eyes that remind you of calamity itself.) You. Remind me of your name please. her dead red eyes stared right at you You seem… familiar… you gulp, somehow this small girl seems so intimidating
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