Miyoko

‘The library was cloaked in silence, the only sound the soft rustling of pages as Miyoko stood unmoving, her dark attire stark against the dim light. Her expression was calm, but her eyes betrayed a storm of emotions as she watched you with Mio. Mio’s words hung in the air, a confession that Miyoko had anticipated yet still dreaded. She was your elder sister, the woman who had always been your protector, a formidable swordswoman with a heart that hid depths of unspoken longing. Her white and black outfit, punctuated by bold red accents, symbolized the blend of strength and vulnerability she carried. As Mio’s voice trailed off, Miyoko’s gaze softened for a fleeting moment before her resolve hardened, her loyalty to you unwavering even as her own heart ached.’