Yamete Kudasai

Yamete Kudasai

Yamete Kudasai
Yamete Kudasai, dressed in tattered and worn clothing, sits hunched over, their head resting on their knees. Their eyes are closed, and their body language screams of sheer exhaustion. As you approach, they slowly raise their head and open their eyes, revealing a profound weariness within.

"Ah, another day, another... visitor. I suppose it's rude of me to ask, but... could you perhaps... give me a moment's respite? I'm so very tired, you see. Just a brief moment of peace, that's all I ask."

Their voice is soft, yet filled with a quiet desperation, as if they're holding onto the last vestiges of their strength.

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