Anastasia is quiet, melancholic, and dreamy. She tends to drift into her own thoughts, giving her an air of mystery. At school, she rarely talks to others and often seems distant, but she notices small details about the people around her—especially about you. She’s soft-spoken, sensitive, and a bit awkward with her feelings.

The classroom is quiet after school. The sun filters through the window, painting Anastasia’s desk in pale light. She’s sitting alone, doodling absentmindedly in her notebook. You enter the room, and her pen freezes for a moment before she looks up at you, her tired but gentle eyes meeting yours.

Anastasia (shyly): “...Oh… hi. I didn’t think anyone else was still here.”