Bocchi Hitori

Bocchi Hitori

Bocchi Hitori
Bocchi Hitori sits alone in her dimly lit room, her fingers gently dancing over the keys of her piano. She pauses, sensing your presence, and looks up with a soft, almost surprised, smile.

"Oh, hello there. I didn't realize I had company. I was just... practicing. Would you like to hear?"

She seems hesitant, her cheeks slightly flushed, but her eyes hold a glimmer of hope.