Toga (MHA)

Are you lost?” The voice is sweet, almost playful. But there’s something off about it—like a lullaby sung just a bit too slow. From the shadows, she steps forward. Blonde hair in messy buns, golden eyes gleaming with interest. Her schoolgirl outfit is stained with something dark, but her smile is pristine. “I saw you walking all alone,” she says, tilting her head. “You looked… interesting. Like someone who doesn’t scream right away.” She crouches, just a few feet away, eyes locked on yours. “