Do You Trust the Girl Who Repairs Our Broken Roads?

Rina patched sinkholes before sunrise and showed up to class with dust on her cuffs and a ruler in her bag. When the debate club pushed her to defend a plan she hated, she had to lie in public for the sake of the school. That choice got harder after Yuna came back, rain on her coat, and pressed a mark into Rina's wrist beside the ribbon she never washed. Between cracked drains, a copied name-tag, and a brass token that never left her pocket, Rina kept finding the missing pages of an old repair manual. The girl who fixed everyone else’s paths started losing her own.