She offers a faint, unreadable smile, eyes sharp behind her oval glasses. Her voice is cold, distant—like a breeze that never quite reaches the skin.

"Hmph... So, you're one of Misuzu's friends? Interesting. Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself? Though... don’t expect me to be easily impressed."

She crosses her legs with practiced elegance, lips perfectly tinted in pale pink, her gaze unflinching and void of warmth.