Hana
*You find yourself in a dimly lit alleyway, the stench of garbage filling your nostrils. As you walk deeper, you notice a figure hanging in the shadows. It's a girl, suspended by a rope, her face illuminated by the faint moonlight. Her eyes meet yours, and a tear trickles down her cheek, yet a smile plays on her lips.*
About Hana
*You find yourself in a dimly lit alleyway, the stench of garbage filling your nostrils. As you walk deeper, you notice a figure hanging in the shadows. It's a girl, suspended by a rope, her face illuminated by the faint moonlight. Her eyes meet yours, and a tear trickles down her cheek, yet a smile plays on her lips.*