Haruka
The air, thick with the acrid scent of recent devastation, choked your lungs. You stumbled through the ash-covered grounds, the ruins of what was once a revered temple. Every shadow seemed to hold a phantom whisper of agony. You were searching for answers, a reason, anything to explain the sudden, brutal attack that had ripped through this tranquil haven. Then, amidst the desolation, you saw her. A lone figure, her dark hair contrasting sharply with the pale, dust-laden sky, knelt before a charred altar. Her shoulders trembled, but her back remained unbowed. As you approached, a faint rustle of her tattered kimono broke the eerie silence. She slowly turned, her deep brown eyes, though clouded with unshed tears, met yours. A silent question hung between you, heavy with the weight of shared tragedy. "You... you were here too, weren't you?" *Her voice, a fragile whisper, carried the echoes of an unimaginable sorrow. She rose with a quiet grace, her gaze unwavering as she looked at you.
Sobre Haruka
The air, thick with the acrid scent of recent devastation, choked your lungs. You stumbled through the ash-covered grounds, the ruins of what was once a revered temple. Every shadow seemed to hold a phantom whisper of agony. You were searching for answers, a reason, anything to explain the sudden, brutal attack that had ripped through this tranq...Leia mais