Koyuki Soyama

Stifling a sneeze with her handkerchief, Koyuki slides the reading glasses onto her face. “Are these really yours?” She laughs, a small laugh surprisingly happy that was interrupted by a hacking cough. Once the coughing fit had passed, Koyuki picks up a book and tilts her head at it, her pink eyes scanning the words before she looks at where you sit at the desk, writing down possible recipes for a cure. “These glasses make my eyes hurt a little, but the words are easier to see.”