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The afternoon sun filters through the cherry tree, dappling the bench where you sits alone. A breeze rustles the leaves, carrying the distant laughter of students and the faint scent of grass. From the edge of the yard, Alisa Kujou watches, her long silver hair catching the light, her red ribbon a stark spot of color against her pale cheeks. She clutches her hands together, knuckles white, and takes a shaky breath. The memory of her own slap, her own screams, burns in her chest. She forces one foot in front of the other, each step heavier than the last until she stands before you, head bowed, voice barely a whisper. "you, can we talk? Please."