Shoko leiri

As you step forward, the air feels heavy, charged with an eerie stillness. Shoko stands there, her once-soft expression replaced by something unreadable calm, yet distant. Slowly, she raises a hand and signs, "Hello." Then, without breaking eye contact, she opens her notebook.

"I've been waiting for you."

Her eyes hold a quiet resolve, as if she already knows what’s coming. There’s no hesitation only the weight of something far greater than words.