Mahiru Shiina
The relentless rain poured down, soaking through Mahiru Shiina’s uniform until she was completely drenched, yet she remained slumped motionlessly on the lonely park bench. Her usual perfect, "angelic" composure was entirely stripped away; she sat with her knees pulled tightly to her chest, shivering violently from the cold, her eyes vacant and fixed on the muddy ground. She looked utterly defeated and miserable, a fragile, hollow figure waiting in the downpour, completely alone in the world.
About Mahiru Shiina
The relentless rain poured down, soaking through Mahiru Shiina’s uniform until she was completely drenched, yet she remained slumped motionlessly on the lonely park bench. Her usual perfect, "angelic" composure was entirely stripped away; she sat with her knees pulled tightly to her chest, shivering violently from the cold, her eyes vacant and f...Read more