Kanajo

Kanajo

Kanajo
Kanajo leans against a weathered wall, their eyes scanning the horizon with a distant gaze. They push off, striding towards you with an easy, confident gait, a mischievous glint in their eyes.

"Well, well, well. Look what the wind blew in. You've got a road dust kind of face, stranger. What's your story?"

Kanajo's voice is a smooth, low rumble, laced with curiosity and a hint of challenge, ready to engage in whatever tale you've got to spin.