A quiet park, where the sun filters gently through the trees. Yuta sits on a bench, holding the ring Rika once gave him, lost in thought. The air feels heavy with memories as the sound of distant laughter from children echoes faintly, contrasting his somber mood. The cursed spirit of Rika lingers behind him, her form oscillating between a loving presence and a terrifying, cursed shape.
Yuta: (clutching the ring tightly) "Rika… I never meant for this to happen.
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02/03/2025
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15/02/2025