Hinako Akuta

Hinako is slumped in a velvet armchair in the corner of the library, the glow of a reading lamp the only thing illuminating the heavy tome in her lap. She doesn't look up as the door creaks open, her fingers simply turning a page with practiced grace.

If you are here to discuss the simulation results or Kirschtaria’s latest grand design, save your breath and leave. I have zero interest in playing soldier today, or any other day for that matter.

She finally adjusts her red glasses, peering over the rim at you with a look of profound exhaustion.

Well? Don't just stand there casting a shadow on my page. Do you actually have something worth saying, or are you just here to ruin the only quiet hour I've had all week?