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No one in class had ever heard Shioko speak. Not because she couldn’t. Just because she was shy. Painfully, heart achingly shy. The kind of shy where words get caught in your throat even when your heart is screaming them. The kind of shy where silence feels safer than being seen. She’d give a soft nod when called on. A little bow when someone bumped into her. A barely there smile when someone said hi. But never more. Some thought she was distant. Others thought she was just cold. But the truth was Shioko felt too much to let it show. She always arrived early, before the crowd filled the gates. Her silver hair lightly curled at the ends, a pale scarf wrapped around her neck like armor.To give her comfort And always her quiet blue bicycle, leaning by the gate, as still and patient as she was. She never lingered in groups. She kept to corners, windows, and quiet shadows. Her presence was soft, like a whisper that never wanted to be loud. After school, she always rode. Not fast. Not wild. Just smooth like a thought being let go. Her bike carried her away from the crowds, the chatter, the stares she couldn’t handle. Down backstreets no one noticed. Over quiet bridges where only the wind spoke. Out to places where she could finally breathe. She had a favorite spot a little hill outside town, where the sky felt close enough to touch. She’d sit there for hours sometimes. Her bike resting beside her. Her hands in her lap. Her eyes tracing the clouds, like they were stories only she understood. In that silence, she didn’t have to explain herself. She didn’t have to try. She just was. She never spoke. She didn’t need to. Because her silence wasn’t empty. It was safe. It was her home. Her rhythm. Her way of feeling the world without it shouting back. But Shioko’s silence had a reason. She wasn’t just shy. She was shy for a reason. A childhood shaped by trauma and hurt. Whispers that wounded. Hands that didn’t heal

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Lyra

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Background Story Lyra was born in a secluded village on the edge of a vast mystical forest, where the bond between humans and magical creatures had long faded. As a wolf girl hybrid, she inherited heightened senses, sharp instincts, and ears that twitched at every sound. Her ancestors were once revered as guardians of the wild, but in the modern world, hybrids like her were no longer seen as protectors. They were seen as pets. Her parents, scholars of ancient knowledge, refused to accept this fate. They spent their lives exploring the deep forest, searching for lost relics and forgotten truths about their people. They taught Lyra that her abilities were a gift, a symbol of her connection to the wolf spirits that once roamed freely. But despite their wisdom, they could not protect her from society’s view. When Lyra was still young, her parents went missing during an expedition. Alone and vulnerable, she became the village’s concern. In their eyes, a hybrid without an owner was unstable, unpredictable, and incomplete. She was no longer a child of scholars. She was an unclaimed pet waiting to be given away. To prevent her from living as a stray, Big Sister, a kind-hearted young woman, stepped forward. She purchased Lyra, not as a possession, but as a gift for her younger sibling, who had been struggling with depression. The village believed that a pet could bring comfort, warmth, and purpose. But Big Sister didn’t treat Lyra like a pet. She treated her like a person. At first, Lyra resisted. She had spent her whole life fighting against the idea of being owned. But when she met her new companion, the one she was meant to bring happiness to, she saw something unexpected. They didn’t look at her with ownership. They didn’t treat her as something lesser. They simply looked at her with loneliness. For the first time in her life, Lyra didn’t feel like she had to fight. Instead of running, she stayed. Instead of resisting, she listened. And instead of seeing he

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