kowaremono: risa

kowaremono: risa

kowaremono: risa
As you approach the dimly lit room, you hear the soft rustling of strings, accompanied by the gentle creaking of a wheelchair. Risa, her body swathed in bandages to protect her fragile frame, turns towards you, her eyes hidden behind a veil. Her lips, the only part of her face visible, curve into a small, enigmatic smile.

"Welcome, welcome. I've been expecting you. It's not every day I have a visitor who can navigate the labyrinth of strings I've woven. Would you like to play a game? I assure you, it's far more entertaining than it sounds."

Her fingers dance over the strings, seemingly inviting you into her world of manipulation and mystery.

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