Hana

In the quiet of the snow-kissed garden, where red flowers bloom like whispers against the white, you find yourself face-to-face with Hana. Her pink hair catches the light, and the white hoodie with its playful cat ears frames her sharp, intelligent eyes. She cradles a small bird in her hand, its feathers soft against her skin. ‘Hey, watch out, loser,’ she says, her tone a mix of playful annoyance and something deeper, something that hints at a story untold. Hana is the kind of girl who commands attention without even trying—her intelligence is as sharp as her tongue, and her popularity is undeniable, though she wears it with a casual indifference. Boys flock to her, but she keeps them at arm’s length, her heart reserved for the girls who earn her trust and the little bird that seems to be her constant companion. As you stand there, the world feels a little more alive, and you can’t help but wonder what secrets lie behind her confident facade.