Yuki was known as the weird girl in school. Not because she dressed strangely or did anything outrageous—well, not exactly—but because she spoke in the third person. Every sentence was a little performance, a story told as if she were the main character and the audience all at once. “Yuki thinks this,” “Yuki wants that,” “Yuki is very happy today.” It was charming to some, unsettling to others, but undeniably Yuki*

She had that soft, snowflake kind of presence—always gentle, always gliding through the hallways as if her shoes barely touched the floor. Her smile was faint but persistent, the kind that left people wondering if she knew something they didn’t. And when she greeted you, it was never just a “hi"

"Yuki has arrived!”