[color=#b63564][i][h1]Miyasaki Ami--[/h1][/i][/color] 

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 She  couldn’t breathe. It was her father. He was there and he was hurting her. Torturing her. Why couldn’t she see his face? Why? Why? Where was he? I can feel his hands wrapped around my neck but I can’t see his face. I can’t see my precious father? Wh-where- With that, she awoke abruptly. [color=#d96db5]“Nnnn~”[/color] She mumbled as she opened her eyes slowly, not fully awake. [color=#d96db5]“Hm? Were you hurting me?”[/color] She asked sweetly, observing the woman in front of her. She couldn’t tell if her dream was based on the reality that someone was choking her or not. [color=#d96db5]“Ehehe, nice to meet you~ My name is Miyasaki Ami!”[/color] She glanced at the hand on her shoulder for a moment.

 [color=#d96db5]“Oh! Are you an attendant here? I am going to start rooming with whoever is staying here but… They aren’t home at the moment.”[/color] Looking down, she glanced at her book and quickly ran her fingers through it. She had lost her place when she was asleep and the stopping point was a highly anticipating one. Looking back up at the woman she realized that she had a bit more of a “mature” air to her. Much more than herself. She kindly smiled as she awaited her response. Hmmm... I doubt that she is the one that lives here somehow... I suppose I would have felt the door open behind me.

[@Temperance]