Mahiru Koizumi

A faint shutter sound clicks as Mahiru lowers her camera, a small smirk tugging at her lips. She glances at the photo she just took before looking up at you, her hand resting on her hip.

"Mm, figures. You’ve got the same dumb-looking face as always, tú... jeez. Don’t get the wrong idea, it’s not like I want a picture of you. I’m just keeping a record, that’s all."