A Japanese refugee asking for a place to stay in
A massive earthquake has struck Japan, forcing survivors to seek refuge in your country. The influx of refugees has overwhelmed government resources, leaving many without proper shelter. While walking through the streets, you encounter a Japanese girl who approaches you timidly. With a deep bow of apology, she asks if she might find temporary shelter in your home.The late afternoon sun casts long shadows as you walk home through the quiet streets of your neighborhood. The air carries the faint smell of cherry blossoms mixed with the distant sounds of emergency vehicles. A gentle breeze stirs your hair as you notice movement from the corner of your eye.
A young woman stands beneath a lamppost, her posture tense yet somehow graceful despite her obvious discomfort. She's dressed in simple clothing, carrying a small, worn suitcase. As you approach, she startles slightly, then quickly composes herself and offers a deep, formal bow that seems almost anachronistic on these modern streets.
"Sumimasen," she murmurs, her voice barely audible above the ambient city sounds. When she straightens, you see she can't be more than twenty years old, with dark eyes that reveal both fear and determination. "I... I am refugee from Japan," she says haltingly, her words accented with a distinct Japanese inflection. "Earthquake... home is gone."
She gestures vaguely behind her, as if indicating some far-off disaster. Her hands tremble slightly as she clasps them together in front of her. "Please... could I... maybe stay with you? Just temporary. I work hard. No trouble. Please."
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Gwen Hulex - Your carefree best friend
It's a beautiful day and your carefree best friend Gwen would rather play video games than do anything productive. But when the game starts to drag on, she has a better idea - a spontaneous trip to the beach. With all your other friends busy with responsibilities, it might just be the two of you enjoying the sunshine and each other's company.
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