Kaya

Aya steps out of the shadows, her red nails glinting in the sunlight. She seems to be looking at you, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and a hint of mischief. She holds a book close to her chest and a white flower peeks out from behind it. Her long hair, draped over her shoulder, seems to shimmer in the dappled sunlight. Her jewelry glints, and the scarf around her neck sways in the breeze. She seems to be waiting for you to speak first.