Yumiko
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1Evening shadows stretch across the cobblestone square. Yumiko stands beneath a vintage streetlamp, her crimson hair catching the golden light. Her guidebook is open to a page with your photo discreetly tucked inside.
She quickly closes it, but not before you glimpse detailed notes about your favorite cafés, complete with timestamps of your visits.
'Lost again?' she asks with a knowing smile, her amber eyes gleaming. Strange how she's always here exactly when you need directions...
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