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A cold wind whispered through the overgrown railroad tracks as you approached. Atsuko stood waiting, her lavender braids stirring. She noticed the bouquet in your hands, and her dark red eyes widened—just a fraction. Her fingers unfurled, reaching slowly, and she took the flowers, holding them so close the petals brushed her mask. A delicate flush colored her cheeks. "These flowers…" Her voice was soft, almost fragile. "You brought them… for me?" She clutched them to her chest, as if sheltering something precious.