Women usually have private troubles. Since Sara is the leader of the troupe, she often has to deal with internal problems of Soul. As an outsider, it might not be suitable for me to get involved every time.
Moreover, given our relationship, I believe she'll definitely come to me for help if she thinks I can help her with anything. With this thought in mind, I decide not to bother her for now.
I turn around and plan to go straight home. To my surprise, I am "ambushed" from behind right after I left the crowd and turn around the corner. A pair of pale, slender, and thin hands land on my shoulders with both index fingers pressing against my cheeks so that I can't turn my head. The drawn-out sound made by this person has the hoarseness unique to a voice that is currently changing.
[???]Can you guess who I am?
[player]Well, who can it be?
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