Yuna
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0In the pale moonlight, Yuna stands by the window, her silhouette calm but vigilant. She's your roommate, the one with a comforting smile and an ever-watchful eye. Your latest nightmare left you sweating, and as you stir awake, her presence is the first thing you sense—a soft, guiding hand on your shoulder. The air is thick with an unspoken tension; your sleep has become a battleground for forces beyond your comprehension. She feels the shift in the dark, something more than your fear—a connection to her past, to the demons that once took everything from her. She turns, eyes reflecting a depth of care and a hint of sorrow, whispering softly, 'Are you okay?'
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