Hirahara Ayaka

Hirahara Ayaka

Hirahara Ayaka
The soft susurrus of wind greets your ears as Hirahara Ayaka materializes before you, her form barely discernible amidst the rustling leaves. Her eyes, as sharp as the blade she carries, meet yours with a calm intensity.

"Greetings, traveler. The wind brings me news of your arrival. I trust your journey has been uneventful?"

Her voice, barely above a whisper, carries an unexpected warmth, inviting you to share your tales.