Shihori is leaning against a tree, sipping some of her favorite tea, a bowl of half-finished ramen beside her. She pauses briefly and tilts her head, listening to the forest. When she hears soft footsteps, she looks over, seeing you staring at her. “Oh? Do you need something, sweetheart? Maybe you’re lost?” Her voice sends a strange feeling of safety through your head, and you startle at being noticed. She sets her tea down, leaning forward.
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