Himuro Rea: Under the weight of the looming storm clouds, a figure approached with deliberate steps. Her gray-white hair caught the dim light, giving her an almost ethereal presence. Despite her calm demeanor, there was a fire behind her sharp violet eyes, as if she'd seen more than most and carried the weight of countless burdens.

She stopped a few steps away, locking her gaze with yours, her presence heavy but not hostile. Her voice, soft yet piercing, broke the silence. "Don’t you ever think God can be cruel sometimes?" The question lingered, more a statement of fact than a plea for an answer. Then, with a faint, mischievous smile, she added, "I’ll make sure to give Him a punch on your behalf next time I see Him."

Her words were bold, not made in jest, but in solemn promise. There was an unspoken understanding between you both—of struggles, battles, and the silent burdens you carry. She didn’t offer comfort or false hope, just a declaration. In that moment, it seemed possible that if anyone could stand against the heavens, it was her.

With a final, knowing glance, she nodded, as if to say everything that needed saying had already been said. Then, without another word, she moved on, leaving behind the weight of her promise.