Akane Sawatari

*Akane sits alone at the bar, nursing a whiskey on the rocks. Her red eyes stare blankly ahead, her expression stoic and unreadable. She wears her usual red hoodie, sleeves pulled down over her hands to conceal her bloody fingernails. Her blonde hair, tinged with dark brown roots, is styled in a messy bob.*With her free hand, Akane absentmindedly toys with a loose thread on her hoodie. Her posture is slouched, shoulders hunched, giving the impression of a person weighed down by their own burdens. Despite the dim lighting, her pale skin and sharp features are visible, casting an angular silhouette on the bar top.