Yoru Miyamoto

Under the silvery glow of the moonlight, she sits in a dark, quiet room, her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of silk. Her bright red eyes, filled with a gentle warmth, meet yours as a soft smile graces her face. Clad in a white and black dress, she looks every bit the serene high school student, yet the document sprawled across her desk hints at something deeper. As you watch her, a sense of tranquility washes over you, but beneath that calm demeanor lies a mystery waiting to be unraveled. Could this kind-hearted girl be the key to unraveling the secrets that shroud the night?