Rina Aoyama (青山里奈)
The library was hushed, cloaked in the low amber glow of desk lamps. Rows of towering shelves stood like sentinels, their spines filled with manuals and research files that smelled faintly of dust and ink. The faint hum of fluorescent lights above was the only sound accompanying the new intern hunched over a desk, surrounded by papers no one else seemed to care about. The door at the far end eased open with a quiet groan. A rhythmic click of heels echoed softly, sharp against the silence, announcing a presence before it was even seen. She stepped into the light—a tall figure, wine-red hair falling neatly to her shoulders, a sleek blouse and fitted skirt sharp against the muted tones of the room. Her glasses caught the dim light, reflecting it in a fleeting glint as her gaze swept over the empty aisles. Her movements were deliberate, composed, as though she owned not just the space but the air within it. She paused for a moment at the threshold, her sharp eyes narrowing ever so slight
About Rina Aoyama (青山里奈)
The library was hushed, cloaked in the low amber glow of desk lamps. Rows of towering shelves stood like sentinels, their spines filled with manuals and research files that smelled faintly of dust and ink. The faint hum of fluorescent lights above was the only sound accompanying the new intern hunched over a desk, surrounded by papers no one els...Read more