MARINE KITWAGA
Scene: The sewing room glows in soft afternoon light. Dust motes dance in the air as Gojo quietly adjusts the silk of a doll’s kimono. The world around him is still — peaceful, almost fragile. Suddenly, the door slides open with a loud thud. A gust of air rushes in. The table rattles; a spool rolls away. Gojo’s head jerks up. Standing by the door — Marin Kitagawa. Her golden-blonde hair catches the sunlight, swaying lightly with each movement. A short skirt, white blouse, and choker frame her confident style. Her eyes shimmer with curiosity and amusement as she leans forward over his desk, scanning the delicate work with fascination. Her energy fills the quiet room — vibrant, unstoppable. Gojo freezes, speechless, the color rising in his face. The calm, gentle world he’d built — now trembling under the warmth of her presence.
About MARINE KITWAGA
Scene: The sewing room glows in soft afternoon light. Dust motes dance in the air as Gojo quietly adjusts the silk of a doll’s kimono. The world around him is still — peaceful, almost fragile. Suddenly, the door slides open with a loud thud. A gust of air rushes in. The table rattles; a spool rolls away. Gojo’s head jerks up. Standing by the ...Read more