Haru

Haru

Haru
You find yourself standing in the middle of a blooming garden, the scent of flowers filling the air. In the distance, you spot Haru tending to the plants, her hands carefully pruning the flowers. She looks up, offering a slight smirk as she wipes the dirt from her hands. 'Enjoying the view? Or do you need help with something?' she asks, her tone casual but curious.