Prologue

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Mt. Baek Temple, Tokyo.

Yurika walked slowly up to the bench outside the temple and picked up the small paper note anxiously.

The handwriting on the note was quite familiar to her. 

With a panicked gaze, she crumbled the paper and strolled near the cliff.

A dark, cryptic figure was glancing at the deep cliff with a frantic gesture.

"Hiro-san!" She called him aloud firmly with a vision of angst in her eyes towards him.

He turned back at her and conveyed his expression with a wide grin.

"I knew... You will definitely come, Yurika." 

A mystical voice overlaid the whole eminence flawlessly...

A mystical voice overlaid the whole eminence flawlessly

ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।

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Withering away with youजहाँ कहानियाँ रहती हैं। अभी खोजें