[For a mansion bustling about with people of various levels of crazy, it's awfully quiet around this time.
Or at least, save for the soft footsteps of a purple-haired child. Maybe she looks familiar, or maybe not.
In any case, she seems to be just wandering aimlessly for the time being, though she stops every once in a while to glance around at the place, as if searching for something dear to her. She may or may not also wordlessly bump into you without even caring to look.]
Or at least, save for the soft footsteps of a purple-haired child. Maybe she looks familiar, or maybe not.
In any case, she seems to be just wandering aimlessly for the time being, though she stops every once in a while to glance around at the place, as if searching for something dear to her. She may or may not also wordlessly bump into you without even caring to look.]
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