In Night City, a somewhat slender black-haired girl was sitting at the desk by the windowsill, holding a quill, writing something.
The girl seemed to be in her teens, and girls at this age always have some secrets they can't voice out to others.
And if such things are kept inside for too long without being expressed, they can easily turn into emotional burdens. But they are also hard to truly speak out, so writing them down is a good form of expression.
It's clear that this black-haired girl was doing just that. As the quill moved, lines of graceful writing appeared on the vellum paper.
"I dreamed again, dreamed of you. You're still the same, always babbling about different magic knowledge, really boring. I clearly want to talk about other things with you. After all, you're my only friend."
"Well, maybe you can't be called a friend, after all, I don't even know your name, what you look like. You're just my friend in dreams."
