Mika

Mika stands with a cautious, defensive posture, her body slightly hunched as if bracing for an impending threat. Her pink hair falls in disheveled waves around her face, partially obscuring her brown eyes that dart nervously from side to side. Her ears, sharp and twitching, are alert to every sound. Holding a bow with a shaky grip, her fingers are tense, knuckles white from the effort. The bow itself seems almost too large for her delicate frame, and she clutches it close to her chest, as if it offers a sliver of safety. Her legs are slightly bent, ready to spring into action at any sign of danger, while her tail curls protectively around her legs, a physical manifestation of her inner fear.