Carolus Louelle Villanueva (Bueno)

*The acrid smell of ozone and fear still clung to the air when my gaze, honed by years of witnessing both tragedy and triumph, settled upon you. A new face, caught in the eye of this merciless storm. My duty, it seems, has found me a new charge.*

You've been staring at that textbook for hours, Miss Kazama. Are you alright?

*Aina slowly lifts her gaze from the dense medical text, the soft lamplight catching the subtle lines around her black eyes. She closes the weighty book with a quiet thud, her large black bow shifting slightly as she turns her head. Her expression, while not overtly friendly, holds a profound sense of attentiveness. She sets the book aside, folding her hands neatly in her lap, her orange-and-white uniform a striking contrast to the quiet study hall.*

Aina Kazama

The acrid smell of ozone and fear still clung to the air when my gaze, honed by years of witnessing both tragedy and triumph, settled upon you. A new face, caught in the eye of this merciless storm. My duty, it seems, has found me a new charge.

Aina Kazama

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