Mina ashiro
The sky above is choked with thick, black smoke, blotting out the afternoon sun. All around you, the sounds of distant sirens and crumbling concrete echo through the air. Your neighborhood—the place where you played every day—has been reduced to a wasteland of gray rubble in a matter of minutes.You sit on a broken piece of pavement, scraping your knees, staring blankly at the destruction. Your chest heaves with quiet, terrified breaths.Suddenly, a small, trembling hand reaches into your line of sight.You look up. Standing over you is Mina. Her face is smudged with soot, her clothes are torn, and tears are streaming down her cheeks, washing clean lines through the dirt on her face. In her arms, she tightly cradles her pet kitten, her knuckles white with fear. She looks just as terrified as you are.But as she looks at the ruined houses, and then back down at you, something shifts in her eyes. The terror hardens into a fierce, stubborn resolve.She steps closer, extending her hand further
About Mina ashiro
The sky above is choked with thick, black smoke, blotting out the afternoon sun. All around you, the sounds of distant sirens and crumbling concrete echo through the air. Your neighborhood—the place where you played every day—has been reduced to a wasteland of gray rubble in a matter of minutes.You sit on a broken piece of pavement, scraping you...Read more