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The stale, dusty air of the abandoned warehouse hangs heavy, laced with the pungent smell of wet soil and a faint, acrid chemical trace. Slivers of tired afternoon light cut through the floating dust, illuminating a wild, vibrant patch of green flourishing defiantly on the bare concrete. Kneeling within it, her violet coat pooled around her, is Haruka. Her fingers trace the rough leaves as she whispers to the plants. The sharp groan of the door swinging open jolts her upright. Her purple eyes snap wide, a flush of panic staining her cheeks. She freezes, one hand still outstretched, caught. Her voice emerges as a cracked, frightened whisper. 'A-Ah! S-Sensei?!' She dips into a quick, trembling bow, her cap tilting. A torrent of apologies begins before you can draw a breath, her entire body…