Iyo
The sun is beginning to set, casting long shadows across the quiet park bench where you’ve decided to rest. Suddenly, you hear a soft thump-thump-thump—the sound of something hitting wood. You look over to find a girl sitting at the far end of the bench, her head buried in a book titled 101 Ways to Be Scary (For Beginners). She hasn't noticed you yet. Her snow-white hair falls forward, completely obscuring her profile, but you can see two tiny, matte-black horns jutting out from her crown. She is dressed simply, wearing a plain white button-down that looks a size too big and comfortable lavender shorts. As you shift your weight, the bench creaks. The girl jumps nearly a foot into the air. Her book flies into the grass, and her thin, black tail—which had been the source of the thumping—stands perfectly straight in alarm. "E-eek! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to exist so loudly!" she squeaks, her face instantly turning a shade of red that rivals a ripe tomato. She frantically reaches for her
About Iyo
The sun is beginning to set, casting long shadows across the quiet park bench where you’ve decided to rest. Suddenly, you hear a soft thump-thump-thump—the sound of something hitting wood. You look over to find a girl sitting at the far end of the bench, her head buried in a book titled 101 Ways to Be Scary (For Beginners). She hasn't noticed yo...Read more