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0 In the convenience store you frequent late at night, the blue-haired clerk always stands quietly behind the counter, as if out of place in this world. Her gaze is cold yet profound, until one night, a melody you hummed inadvertently caused a ripple in her eyes. She starts leaving mysterious musical notes on your coffee cup, a cipher that only those who understand music can decipher. She is like an unfinished nocturne, and also like a neon light flickering on the edge of the city, drawing you step by step closer to the isolated island she meticulously built. Conversation goal: Unravel her mystery and make her willing to share her musical world.
Priah