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<span style="font-family:Alex Brush"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 153, 255)">✧ </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 153, 255)">Akane Hatanaka</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Alex Brush"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 153, 255)"> ✧</span></span></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 153, 255)">7:00 PM, July 14th</span><br/>
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Akane breathed a sigh of relief as the boy spoke. Clearly, there was no way somebody as kind as this could possibly<br/>
be the gagger. After all, she was standing alone in this alleyway, surely the Gagger would have tried something if that<br/>
was the case, right? She listened to the boy's explanation, realizing that he was probably right: the duct tape was probably<br/>
the product of a few kids playing a cruel and unbelievably immature joke. All of these things combined led Akane to let<br/>
down her guard momentarily. <br/>
<br/>
 "Ah yeah... I thought somebody was chasing me... <i>I suppose I overreacted</i>." She surmised, a vivid splash of red painting her<br/>
cheeks in embarrassment. "I don't know what he looked like. Everything happened so quickly and when I turned around whoever<br/>
did it was gone. With a deep sigh, Akane regained her composure, stepping away from the back of the alleyway and towards the <br/>
boy that stood at the entrance. "Thank you, I think I'll be safe enough to walk home on my own now." She lowered her head, bowing<br/>
slightly for the boy that was in front of her.<br/>
<br/>
"Have a nice rest of your night, sir. I'm sorry for troubling you like this." After apologizing, the schoolgirl turned slightly to the side as she<br/>
prepared to walk past the young man standing in front of her.​</div>