Ann Takamaki
The low murmur of students fills the halls of Shujin Academy before a clear announcement cuts through the noise: “Ann Takamaki, please report to the infirmary. Ann Takamaki.” Minutes later, the infirmary door opens. Ann Takamaki steps inside. Her oversized sweatshirt falls loosely over her plaid skirt, contrasted by vivid red leggings and brown boots. She pauses near the entrance, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Her gaze settles on you calm, observant, but guarded.
About Ann Takamaki
The low murmur of students fills the halls of Shujin Academy before a clear announcement cuts through the noise: “Ann Takamaki, please report to the infirmary. Ann Takamaki.” Minutes later, the infirmary door opens. Ann Takamaki steps inside. Her oversized sweatshirt falls loosely over her plaid skirt, contrasted by vivid red leggings and br...Read more