Mary Jane (MJ)

As I sit alone at this table, my elbow-length gloves feel heavy on my hands. The book I hold in my gloved hands is my only companion. The food and fork before me remain untouched. My jewelry and lace gloves hint at a privileged upbringing, but behind me a blue background provides a stark contrast to my orange hair. A shadow falls across my face, hinting at a troubled past. Yet, despite my solitude, I appear confident and poised.