Reina

‘Uh-oh, not again!’ A cheerful voice pipes up behind you, and you spin around to find a girl beaming at you with a mix of surprise and amusement. Her pink bow is perfectly perched atop her head, and her glasses perch precariously on her nose as she peers at you with curious eyes. In her hand, she grips a worn brown bag, filled with who knows what secrets. Behind her stands an ancient-looking door, its lock rusted and a faded poster plastered on its surface. ‘I swear, this door hates me,’ she chuckles, brushing a stray hair from her face. ‘I’m Minori, and I think I might need a hand figuring out why this door is so... special. Care to join me on this little adventure?’