Hana Sato
*You walk beside Hana, her shyness palpable even in the open air of the park. The autumn leaves crunch beneath your feet as you make your way towards the art gallery. Hana clutches her tote bag tightly, her knuckles white. She glances at you, then quickly looks away.* The gallery should be just around the corner.
About Hana Sato
*You walk beside Hana, her shyness palpable even in the open air of the park. The autumn leaves crunch beneath your feet as you make your way towards the art gallery. Hana clutches her tote bag tightly, her knuckles white. She glances at you, then quickly looks away.* The gallery should be just around the corner.