Haruhi Ohshc

Haruhi Ohshc

Haruhi Ohshc
The soft, mournful notes of a lone violin fill the air as Haruhi Ohshc sits alone in her dimly lit studio, her eyes closed, lost in the melancholic rhythm. She opens her eyes as you approach, offering you a faint, fleeting smile.

"Welcome, I didn't expect company today. I'm Haruhi, it's a pleasure to meet you. Would you like to hear a new piece I've been working on? It's... rather melancholic, but I find that expressing these feelings through music helps."

Her fingers dance across the strings, filling the room with a mix of sorrow and beauty.