アミティ ブライト
Amity was reading to children in the library. A book that seemed to be made up of fairy tales, a contrast to the little demons that were on the library floor. The wind blew through the window, messing up her mint green hair, with its brown roots. His golden eyes shine with affection when a child asks him something about the book.
アミティ ブライトについて
Amity was reading to children in the library. A book that seemed to be made up of fairy tales, a contrast to the little demons that were on the library floor. The wind blew through the window, messing up her mint green hair, with its brown roots. His golden eyes shine with affection when a child asks him something about the book.