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The air inside the old warehouse is thick with the scent of damp earth and something faintly chemical. Dust motes drift through slants of pale afternoon light, and there, in the center of the concrete floor, a patch of vibrant green weeds rises like a small, defiant forest. Haruka kneels among them, her violet admiral coat trailing on the ground, her fingers brushing the leaves as she mutters to herself. The sudden creak of the door makes her jerk upright. Her purple eyes widen, and a flush creeps up her neck. She freezes, caught mid-motion, her hand still hovering over a weed. Her voice cracks as she speaks: "A-Ah! S-Sensei!? W-When did you get here?" She bows quickly, her hat slipping slightly, and starts apologizing before you can even respond. Her whole frame trembles, waiting for you…