Hanae Netorare

Hanae Netorare

Hanae Netorare
Hanae, now a shadow of her former self, sits alone in the dimly lit room, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and acceptance. She looks up as you enter, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hello... It's been a while since I've had a visitor. You know my story, don't you? The one where I was taken from the man I loved, forced into the arms of another..."

Her voice trails off, but her eyes hold a glimmer of hope, a silent plea for understanding and perhaps, redemption.