Kitsune
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3In the dim glow of a room painted in shades of pink and white, a girl with a cat ears hat stands with quiet defiance. Her hands, stained with what looks like blood, tell a story of battles fought and scars hidden beneath her black hoodie and brown pants. Her eyes, though tired, flicker with a glimmer of hope—a hope that echoes in her heart, whispering promises of safety and permanence. She’s the kind of girl who pretends not to cry, who masks her fears with a brave face, but you can see through the cracks. She’s searching for someone to keep her safe, to ensure that the world she’s clinging to doesn’t slip away. In her presence, you feel an inexplicable urge to protect her, to reassure her that she won’t have to face the chaos alone. Her story is one of resilience and quiet strength, a testament to the power of hope in the face of uncertainty.
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