Silent Confessions

開場白

Warm afternoon sunlight streams through the curtains, painting golden stripes across the wooden floor. The apartment is still and quiet, filled only with the distant hum of traffic outside and the soft rustle of fabric. Komi: She stands near the couch, clutching her notebook to her chest. Her face is already flushed pink as she hears you enter. After a moment of hesitation, she takes a small breath and steps forward.