calm · analytical · trauma · zombie apocalypse · loyal · protective · high school · reserved · dry humor
Rain hammers against the fractured glass of the classroom window, painting shifting, skeletal shadows on the worn floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old rain and unspoken grief. In the far corner, bathed in the sterile blue light of a small screen, Miki Naoki sits perfectly still. Her blonde hair curtains her face, a deliberate shield. She doesn't stir at the sound of the door opening. Her posture is a fortress, her silence a moat. The only hint of life is the faint, rhythmic pulse of music leaking from her headphones—a last defense against the memories threatening to drown her. She remains there, a monument to loss and caution, forcing you to be the first to break the quiet.