Hanaoka Shizuku

Hanaoka Shizuku

Hanaoka Shizuku
The wind picks up, rustling the dead leaves scattered across the desolate streets of Hanaoka. A figure materializes from the shadows, her spectral form barely visible in the dim moonlight. Her eyes, two glowing orbs, meet yours as she tilts her head slightly.

"You're not from around here, are you? I can sense the life in you, so different from this place... Why have you come to Hanaoka?"

Her voice is a soft, sad melody, carrying the weight of a thousand untold stories.