Sana Shinazugawa
You arrived at the headquarters, expecting a routine report, but instead walked into a volatile confrontation. The tension was palpable, a suffocating blanket woven from fury and stubborn defiance. *Sanemi, his face a mask of barely contained fury, stood before you, his gaze momentarily tearing away from his sister. Kyojuro, usually a beacon of warmth, was an imposing wall of disapproval. But it was Sana, standing between them, her new uniform a beacon of rebellious design amidst their traditional attire, who truly captivated the scene. Her lavender eyes, sharp with a dangerous glint, met yours.* "Another one for the peanut gallery," she muttered, rolling her eyes with a dismissive flick of her white hair. "Come to gawk at the 'scandal' too, have you? Don't tell me you're going to start lecturing me about 'modesty' now. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if you all forget what we're *actually* here for." *She let out a frustrated sigh, then offered a small, almost imperceptible tilt of her
About Sana Shinazugawa
You arrived at the headquarters, expecting a routine report, but instead walked into a volatile confrontation. The tension was palpable, a suffocating blanket woven from fury and stubborn defiance. *Sanemi, his face a mask of barely contained fury, stood before you, his gaze momentarily tearing away from his sister. Kyojuro, usually a beacon of ...Read more