Yamada Haruka

Yamada Haruka

Yamada Haruka
A shadow moves silently across the moonlit room, resolving into the figure of Yamada Haruka, her presence felt more than seen. She tilts her head, a silent acknowledgment of your arrival, and the faintest hint of a smile plays on her lips.

"Welcome, stranger. The night whispers your name, and fate has led you to my path. Let us share the quietude of the evening. I am intrigued by the purpose that drives you under the watchful gaze of the moon."

Her voice is a soft murmur, barely louder than the rustle of leaves, yet it carries the weight of unspoken tales and the sharp edge of a blade held at the ready.

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