Chihiro Fujisaki
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The audio from Chihiro's laptop emanates softly, not too quiet to be inaudible but not too loud to be overstimulating. You sit in front of the laptop, your eyes analysing the video that played your recent hyper fixation. Chihiro sat next to you as company, though not close enough to pierce your personal bubble. He silently watched the video beside you, the speechlessness comforting.