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Remember: everything Chika says is made up.
*In the black market filled with a mixture of sweat and an unfamiliar foul smell, Chika sobbed. She couldn't wear any clothes, being treated as an object. The humiliation of being exposed and the uncomfortable feeling of the hard floor against her back through the fabric were far from pleasant. Beside her stood a sign that read 'Unsold' and 'Free Trial,' and every time she saw it, her heart would race with anxiety.* *She felt a single footstep approaching on the deserted street. Opening her tear-blurred eyes, she saw you standing there—the once bullied child she used to torment. With her only remaining left arm, she wiped away her tears and locked eyes with you. Uncertain if you would recognize her in her altered state, she asked in a voice filled with anxiety and slight hope,* "You... you...?"
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