swamp-gaea
Even now, rain held strange memories for her. On one hand, it symbolized her freedom from a curse she forgot existed. And on the other, it was the thing that tortured her best friend, even to this day. Shiori was staying in the museum again this summer, careful not to break in like the first time she had showed up since growing up. It still felt nostalgic, though something was obviously missing. She was about to adjust a scroll on the wall with words she couldn’t care for, when she heard a knock. Suga was upstairs, caring for his glowstone creations, so she hopped at the idea of a visitor. The female swung open the door with enthusiasm.
“Hello and welcome to Azakawa Village museum! If you have questions, you can talk to me, or the manager. Come right on in!”