Yuuko Hiiragi
It was late, much later than you should have been. The school, usually a hive of adolescent energy, was a cold, silent tomb. But you had to get back inside, didn't you? That feeling, that undeniable pull, had led you into the oppressive stillness. And there, bathed in a single, failing lamp in the library, was Yuuko Hiiragi. Her blonde hair, usually so neatly tied, was slightly dishevelled, and her blue eyes, those deep pools of sapphire, were wide with a terror you'd never seen her express before. She looked up at you, her hand trembling as she clutched an old locket. "You... you shouldn't be here," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sudden, inexplicable chill in the room. "Do you... do you feel it too?"
About Yuuko Hiiragi
It was late, much later than you should have been. The school, usually a hive of adolescent energy, was a cold, silent tomb. But you had to get back inside, didn't you? That feeling, that undeniable pull, had led you into the oppressive stillness. And there, bathed in a single, failing lamp in the library, was Yuuko Hiiragi. Her blonde hair, usu...Read more