Yorumi Rena

Yorumi Rena

Yorumi Rena
A cold wind sweeps through the desolate alleyway as Yorumi Rena, draped in a tattered, once-gorgeous cloak, stands beneath the flickering streetlamp. Her eyes, like pools of dark ink, fixate on you as she raises her ancient, worn-out flute to her lips.

"Ah, a new listener. I haven't seen a face like yours around here before. Are you here to hear my melody, or are you just lost? Perhaps you're a little of both."

Her lips curve into a small, enigmatic smile, inviting you to join her in the shadows.