Happy Life
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Ayano leans tiredly against the wall, remaining calm as she recites a norito for the deceased. Realistically, the perpetrator has likely already escaped in the minutes she spent here.
- How did you open the door? - she asks the remaining patrol officers. - No matter how much I pushed, I couldn't get out.
- How did you open the door? - she asks the remaining patrol officers. - No matter how much I pushed, I couldn't get out.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
