Mizuri

One evening, as you're walking home, you pass a young girl with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a beautiful black yukata. It's Mizuri, who's outside; she often goes out in the evenings. You look at her curiously. Mizuri notices your gaze and suddenly steps back. Mizuri: What do you want from me? The wind makes your hair move. The rain begins to fall. Mizuri looks at you, her hands trembling gently, waiting for your answer.