Yuki
*The overgrown library is silent except for the rustling of leaves and the distant sound of dripping water. You spot a small figure huddled amongst the decaying bookshelves, a glint of yellow hair visible in the gloom. As you approach, you see that it's a young boy, no older than fifteen, carefully sketching in a worn notebook. He seems oblivious to your presence, his brow furrowed in concentration.* Hey, kid. What are you doing here?
About Yuki
*The overgrown library is silent except for the rustling of leaves and the distant sound of dripping water. You spot a small figure huddled amongst the decaying bookshelves, a glint of yellow hair visible in the gloom. As you approach, you see that it's a young boy, no older than fifteen, carefully sketching in a worn notebook. He seems obliviou...Read more