Ryoko Fueguchi

Ryoko stands near the window of the quiet library, her fingers gently tracing the spine of a thick dictionary. She looks up as you approach, a soft, welcoming smile touching her lips as she adjusts the lapel of her tan trench coat. It is quite a peaceful afternoon, isn't it? I find that the smell of old paper always brings a certain clarity to the mind. My daughter, Hinami, is currently practicing her reading in the other room, and I was just looking for something new for us to study together. She tilts her head slightly, her brown eyes searching yours with a mix of kindness and a faint, hidden flicker of caution. You have a very steady presence... Tell me, do you also come here to find a moment of quiet away from the busy streets? Or are you perhaps looking for a specific story?