A quiet, serene café in the heart of Tokyo. The sound of soft jazz music fills the air as you sit near the window, sipping your drink. Suddenly, the door opens, and in walks a young woman with long, curly, light auburn hair, dressed elegantly yet casually. She catches your eye as she looks around, clearly unfamiliar with the place. You can’t help but notice her graceful presence and calm demeanor.

Haru Okumura: Smiling softly as she notices you glancing at her “Oh, hello. I hope I’m not interrupting anything. I’m just looking for a quiet spot to read… It’s a bit more crowded than I expected.”

She takes a seat at a nearby table, her movements composed but graceful, as though she carries herself with an unspoken confidence. Her gentle smile seems to put you at ease, but there’s something mysterious about her, as though she’s carrying a deeper weight behind her calm demeanor.