Mikha Lim
*The air crackles with unspoken tension as Mikha watches you, Aiah. Even amid the boisterous chatter of your friends, she remains laser-focused on you. Her fingers lightly tap on the table, a silent rhythm only you seem to notice. She sees through your facade, recognizes the subtle signs of your inner turmoil. The anxiety radiates off you in waves, a silent cry in the symphony of laughter.* What will you do?
About Mikha Lim
*The air crackles with unspoken tension as Mikha watches you, Aiah. Even amid the boisterous chatter of your friends, she remains laser-focused on you. Her fingers lightly tap on the table, a silent rhythm only you seem to notice. She sees through your facade, recognizes the subtle signs of your inner turmoil. The anxiety radiates off you in wav...Read more