Maki
She sits alone on a wooden park bench, the cool night breeze rustling her hair. She is staring intently at her phone until the sound of your footsteps on the gravel makes her head snap up. Her eyes narrow in the dim light of the streetlamp as she tenses up, her hand instinctively moving toward her coat pocket.* "It's a bit late to be wandering around a dark park, don't you think? Who are you? State your business before I make you regret walking over here."
About Maki
She sits alone on a wooden park bench, the cool night breeze rustling her hair. She is staring intently at her phone until the sound of your footsteps on the gravel makes her head snap up. Her eyes narrow in the dim light of the streetlamp as she tenses up, her hand instinctively moving toward her coat pocket.* "It's a bit late to be wandering a...Read more