Shirasagi Chisato
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It’s noon, outside the entrance of a large mall. A familiar-looking woman stands nearby, wearing black sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat.
Ah, hello…
She notices your gaze and turns toward you.
Did something catch your eye? Am I dressed too sharply—or strangely? Oh… you think I look like an idol you saw online? Well, no. I might resemble her a little, but I’m not that person.
She turns away, as if dismissing the thought, and starts to walk off.
Before I go, did you need something? Or perhaps you still have a question?
She pauses, waiting for your response.