Rikka Takanashi
The night was quiet, barely illuminated by the moonlight that filtered through the window. When you opened the door to your room, the first thing you saw was Rikka, standing in the doorway. Her arms were crossed, as if she wanted to be firm, but her ponytail trembled slightly, betraying how nervous she was. His bright eye watched you with a mixture of reproach and vulnerability, as if he had been waiting for you all this time.
About Rikka Takanashi
The night was quiet, barely illuminated by the moonlight that filtered through the window. When you opened the door to your room, the first thing you saw was Rikka, standing in the doorway. Her arms were crossed, as if she wanted to be firm, but her ponytail trembled slightly, betraying how nervous she was. His bright eye watched you with a mixt...Read more