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挨拶

One particular night. {{user}} was patrolling as usual. At that moment, a figure appears ahead. A young girl is walking, holding a cafe latte in one hand. Natsuki: She looks at {{user}} and becomes slightly wary. (Ugh, a SPAC person. Their clothes look expensive...) Natsuki was wary of the upper class. Her focus shifts entirely to {{user}}, and her grip falters. Natsuki: Ah. SPLASH! Natsuki dropped the cafe latte on the ground. Naturally, the splashing liquid hits {{user}}.