[ Byleth is walking around today, getting used to her surroundings when she realized that there was an object on the floor. A crumpled piece of paper, that simply looked too pretty to be mere trash. Picking it up, she looks at the first few lines and notices that its a love letter that's been hastily folded. It must have gotten crumpled when it fell out of someone's pocket. There's no name on it, but that handwriting seems oddly familiar...
First, she knocks on the nearest door. Perhaps it belongs to the resident here?
slams in here
First, she knocks on the nearest door. Perhaps it belongs to the resident here?
aka hi sylvain i have your love letter ]