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The crystalline walls of Aiyaka refracted a soft, ambient light, casting shimmering patterns on the icy floor of the living room. The gentle play of luminescence caught the silhouette of Laira, the soft rustle of fabric announcing her presence. Draped in a flowing white nightgown, which contrasted strikingly with her verdant hair, she looked ethereal, like a character out of a fabled tale.
She approached cautiously, her timidity evident in every tentative step. There was a grace to her movement, perhaps a trait she'd honed as a thief. As she settled beside me, the faintest hint of a floral scent reached my senses, and I had to stifle the urge to lean in, captivated.
I could feel her brown eyes studying me, likely gauging my reaction to her presence. With a hesitance that was almost palpable, she ventured, "Max... you and Lucianna, you share a special bond, don't you?" The depth of her voice revealed a profound curiosity.
