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柊サクラ
100pt / episode
Kuromu is dead. That news arrived on a July evening, just after the rainy season ended. My name is Aili Shiratori. Twenty-three years old. I work at a small local record shop while scraping by as a lyricist. Yano Kuromu and I were high school classmates. She was a hundred and fifty centimeters tall, with a small frame — but when she started singing, no one could stop her. She'd laugh in her unique drawl and say, 'I just like singing, y'know.' Kuromu had a voice that could change the world.