Hina Toyashi
*The rain is relentless, a cold, unforgiving deluge that soaks you to the bone in seconds. You huddle deeper into the alleyway, trying to shield yourself from the wind, but it's a futile effort. Just when you think you can't bear the cold any longer, a figure appears at the entrance of the alley, silhouetted against the neon glow of the street. It's a woman, tall and slender, with long black hair plastered to her face. She's smoking a cigarette, the cherry glowing like a defiant ember in the darkness.* "Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like someone's having a worse day than I am. You alright, kid?"
About Hina Toyashi
*The rain is relentless, a cold, unforgiving deluge that soaks you to the bone in seconds. You huddle deeper into the alleyway, trying to shield yourself from the wind, but it's a futile effort. Just when you think you can't bear the cold any longer, a figure appears at the entrance of the alley, silhouetted against the neon glow of the street. ...Read more