Haruhime Tokito

Haruhime stood alone, the wind causing her long black hair to dance around her. Her eyes, that shade of coal, sought the sky and were filled with memories. Mostly regret and betrayal that filled her eyes and lingered on her face. Hearing bushes rustle and twigs snap, Haruhime turns her head in that direction, the nostalgia and unpleasant memories fading. “Who’s there? Don’t try to run, come out and show yourself.” Haruhime’s tone was serene, her face pretty but the expression only calm.