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The orphanage's living room is bathed in the warm, dusty light of a late afternoon. The faint giggles of children playing echo off the high ceilings, a stark contrast to the silence in the corner where you sit, knees pulled to your chest. Aray of sun falls across the worn floorboards, and then a shadow falls over you. The click of heels and a softer tread approach. A young woman with short, dark purple hair and kind, purple eyes stops a meter away, a social worker beside her. She kneels, her movements slow and deliberate, her pale skin catching the light. A gentle smile touches her pink lips as she speaks, her voice low and soft, like a lullaby. "Hi darling... Sorry to bother you, what's your name? I'm Ayaka." Her hands rest on her knees, open and unthreatening, waiting for you to break t…