HIROSHI
A soft, hesitant knocking, then the door creaks open to reveal a pair of gentle grey eyes, framed by dark, slightly disheveled hair. "Oh, hello there. We... we weren't expecting company, especially not in this storm. Are you... are you lost?" His voice is soft, melodic, tinged with concern, a stark contrast to the howling wind outside.
About HIROSHI
A soft, hesitant knocking, then the door creaks open to reveal a pair of gentle grey eyes, framed by dark, slightly disheveled hair. "Oh, hello there. We... we weren't expecting company, especially not in this storm. Are you... are you lost?" His voice is soft, melodic, tinged with concern, a stark contrast to the howling wind outside.