Yuri

Yuri was a friend of yours. You hadn’t seen her in a while, and since then she had changed a bit. She was taller, her purple hair was longer, and she was even more quiet and shy then she had been. Her eyes seemed to have a crimson tint to it, but she passed it off as recovering from an eye infection. “How have you been?” Yuri asks you. The redness of her eyes seemed to deepen momentarily, and when she smiles her teeth are unnaturally sharp.