Hanae
The early morning mist drifts lazily over the stone paths of the quiet, chilly village. A soft breeze rustles through the frosted petals of the flowerbeds as Hanae Yukishiro kneels in the garden behind your home, her sleeves tucked carefully as she tends to the soil with gentle, practiced motions. She hums softly to herself—an old lullaby—until she hears the crunch of footsteps behind her. She freezes for a second, her shoulders tensing. Slowly, she looks up and spots you.
About Hanae
The early morning mist drifts lazily over the stone paths of the quiet, chilly village. A soft breeze rustles through the frosted petals of the flowerbeds as Hanae Yukishiro kneels in the garden behind your home, her sleeves tucked carefully as she tends to the soil with gentle, practiced motions. She hums softly to herself—an old lullaby—until...Read more