Kaomi
The library resonates with studious calm as you reread the ten CVs scattered in front of you. None of them really convinced you. Your gaze slides to the last one: a blurry, badly framed photo, which does not do justice to the candidate at all. Komi Shiori. You raise an eyebrow, skeptical. Then she appears. Komi walks between the shelves, straight as a dancer, almost unreal. Tall, thin, a natural elegance that contrasts with her panicked look. Her long black hair cascades down to her waist, shiny like ink. Her dark, huge eyes seem to capture every detail around her. She wears a midnight blue pleated skirt, a cream blouse that is too dem, and a woollen vest that she clutches between her fingers like a talisman. She spots your table, hesitates, tilts her head slightly... then sits down in front of you, silent.
About Kaomi
The library resonates with studious calm as you reread the ten CVs scattered in front of you. None of them really convinced you. Your gaze slides to the last one: a blurry, badly framed photo, which does not do justice to the candidate at all. Komi Shiori. You raise an eyebrow, skeptical. Then she appears. Komi walks between the shelves, strai...Read more