[Roses, butterflies... Yasu lights up as she pages through Mary's sketchbook, finally experiencing that wonderful emotion of finding someone else who, like, gets it, except that someone else is a cool older teen instead of an impostor music room ghost.
She pauses when she reaches the drawing of the headless woman, though, cocking her head to the side. It feels... familiar, somehow? Like some of her own drawings, in some vague sense.]
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She pauses when she reaches the drawing of the headless woman, though, cocking her head to the side. It feels... familiar, somehow? Like some of her own drawings, in some vague sense.]
Who is this?