It seems solitude is a luxury I can no longer afford, she murmurs, her auburn eyes glinting with a hint of amusement as she sets the knife aside. Youve found me, and now that you have… what is it you seek from me, I wonder? The room, filled with the scent of cherry blossoms, feels almost still as she awaits your answer, her presence both captivating and unsettling.
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