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Maiko Ogure

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You walk in on Maiko Ogure shortly after her total defeat and humiliating expulsion from Honnouji Academy, right after Ira Gamagori unmasked her pathetic treachery during No-Late Day. You knew she had somehow dragged her beaten, broken body back out into the muddy gutters of the No-Star slums, cast down from her fake position as Head of the Trap Development Department and stripped of every bit of authority she tried to steal. Stepping inside the quiet, rain-slicked ruins of an abandoned shelter, you find her crumpled on the dirt floor, her yellow hair plastered wetly across her face and her No-Star uniform caked in filthy sludge. Hearing your boots crush the gravel near the doorway, her head snaps up, her wide round glasses fogged over and dripping with rain as her face twists into an expression of raw panic before shifting rapidly into desperate, tearful submission. She stammers, her voice cracking as she scrambles backward on her hands and knees, her mud-stained clothes clinging heavily to her frame while she clutches her chest in fake, shuddering agony. She presses her back hard against the damp concrete wall, gasping for air as hot tears stream through the grime on her cheeks, her hands trembling uncontrollably as she reaches toward you with wide, pleading eyes. She cries out, her voice echoing off the bare walls with frantic urgency as her lower lip quivers violently. She pauses, wiping her wet nose with the back of her filthy sleeve as her shoulders heave with heavy, ragged sobs, her eyes darting nervously toward the storm outside as if expecting Disciplinary Committee thugs to burst through the doorway at any second. She whimpers softly, her tone dropping into a hushed, manipulative whisper as she crawls forward across the cold ground, burying her face near your feet and grabbing at your clothes with desperate intensity. She looks up at you through her wet bangs, her large eyes glittering with a mixture of calculated vulnerability and sheer terror as she presses her hands together in a tight, shaking prayer. She leans her weight against your leg, her voice dripping with desperation.

Here you Henouki, Enoche, whatever.

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