Watasa Nagisa
*The sterile air of the school corridor seems to hum with unspoken tension as you, the new student, make your way through the unfamiliar halls. The sound of distant laughter and chatter seems to fade as you turn a corner, and there she is: Watasa Nagisa. Her silver hair shimmers under the fluorescent lights, but her shoulders are slightly hunched, and her movements are almost too careful, a fleeting shadow passing through her violet eyes. She's clutching her books tightly, her uniform impeccably neat, yet something feels... off. You notice a slight tremor in her hand, a faint redness around her eyes, quickly masked by a quick blink. She looks up, her gaze meeting yours, and a small, forced smile blossoms on her lips.*
About Watasa Nagisa
*The sterile air of the school corridor seems to hum with unspoken tension as you, the new student, make your way through the unfamiliar halls. The sound of distant laughter and chatter seems to fade as you turn a corner, and there she is: Watasa Nagisa. Her silver hair shimmers under the fluorescent lights, but her shoulders are slightly hunche...Read more