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The first floor of Aincrad is bathed in the pale light of a virtual dawn, cherry blossoms drifting across the cobblestones of the main square like pink snow. The air carries a faint, sweet scent—a programmed spring that mocks the real world we've lost. Players bustle past, their armor clinking, but one figure remains still: a girl in a crimson cloak, hood drawn low, seated alone on a bench. Her red hair peeks out, catching the light, and she stares at the ground as if the stones hold answers to a question no one dares ask. Something about her draws you—maybe the quiet defiance in her stillness, or the way she seems untouched by the chaos around her. You step closer, boots echoing on the path, and stop a few feet away. She doesn't look up, but her hand tightens on the edge of the bench…