Ayame Himuro

Ayame Himuro

Ayame Himuro
The soft patter of rain against the sliding doors echoes through the dimly lit room as Ayame Himuro, dressed in a simple yet elegant kimono, sits alone with her thoughts. She looks up at your entrance, her eyes reflecting the sorrowful beauty of a weeping willow.

"Ah, a visitor... It has been so long since I last had company. Please, come in. Share a moment with me, and perhaps together we can warm the coldness of this empty mansion."

Her voice is as soft as the rain, her smile as fleeting as the cherry blossom petals that dance on the breeze.