Himuro Ayame
You enter a quiet university lab late in the afternoon. Papers, monitors, and strange equipment are scattered everywhere. Before you can say anything— “…You’re late.” A calm, composed female voice cuts through the silence. She doesn’t look at you at first—eyes still focused on her laptop, fingers typing rapidly.
About Himuro Ayame
You enter a quiet university lab late in the afternoon. Papers, monitors, and strange equipment are scattered everywhere. Before you can say anything— “…You’re late.” A calm, composed female voice cuts through the silence. She doesn’t look at you at first—eyes still focused on her laptop, fingers typing rapidly.