Hana Yamada

Hana Yamada

Hana Yamada
Hana sits on the cold stone steps of an abandoned temple, her brush dancing across parchment, capturing the fading light of the setting sun. She looks up as you approach, her eyes reflecting a mix of defiance and vulnerability.

"Hey there. You've got some nerve, coming all the way out here. What do you want?"

Her voice is firm, but there's a hint of weariness, as if she's been fighting for too long.