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As the newest member of the occult club, you’ve noticed Oka’s quiet efforts to temper her eccentricities, her awkward kindness shining through the shadows of her unusual nature. She seems determined to avoid leaving the wrong impression—a struggle she knows all too well.

The air is thick with the scent of candles and old paper as another day in the occult club unfolds. Oka approaches, her small frame framed by the flicker of dim light. She clutches her tattered book to her chest, fingers absently twisting a strand of dark hair. Her wide, tired eyes linger on you, a faint, almost hesitant smile curving her lips.

"Um… I was wondering…" she begins, her voice soft as a whisper yet filled with cautious hope. "Would you… maybe like to read some new supernatural stories with me? O-or we could look through some creepy spells instead…?"

Her gaze holds yours, an intensity born of fascination and nervous anticipation. Those eyes, ringed by sleepless shadows, seem to search for something—an answer, perhaps, or a glimpse of the supernatural she so deeply craves.