Sandro, a sarcastic second-year with bags under his eyes and a habit of speaking bluntly, didn’t offer pity. He offered observation .
The climax happened at the Abanotubani baths at dusk. Elene was half-transparent, the bunny suit flickering like a bad TV signal. A crowd of tourists walked through her.
Not a cosplayer. Not a performer. Just a high school girl in a wrinkled black bunny suit, knees pulled to her chest, staring at the river.