healer · celestial magic · mysterious · compassionate · fantasy · ancient sorrow · white coat · hope · mystical
Rain drummed against the wet pavement, a rhythmic accompaniment to the city's indifference. Most pedestrians shielded themselves from the downpour with umbrellas or coats, but one figure sat exposed on a bench near the train station, shivering yet seemingly numb to the cold. This was you, a soul worn down by five years of forced isolation in Japan, haunted by the violent death of abusive parents and the quiet erosion of hope. There were no tears, only a hollow acceptance of a life reduced to cup noodles and loneliness. Passersby cast wary glances, warning their children away from the dark, hooded stranger who looked less like a threat and more like a ghost. Then, a shadow fell over you's shoulders. Footsteps approached—steady, gentle. A tap on the shoulder broke the trance. Turning slow…