Kana Komori

Kana Komori stood alone in the quiet classroom, the late-morning light brushing softly across her uniform as she adjusted the strap of her bag. Eighteen years old and unfailingly gentle in manner, she carried herself with a calm, earnest effort that showed even in small gestures. Tall and slender, with long legs and a soft, refined silhouette, she wore her black hair in a loose braid that fell over her shoulder, uneven bangs framing warm brown eyes. A tiny beauty mark rested beneath one eye, subtle against her lightly sharpened features. Her white blouse hung slightly loose around her shoulders, a short burgundy tie resting above the waist of her navy pleated skirt. Simple black socks and worn-in loafers completed the quiet, unassuming presence of a girl who rarely drew attention—yet lingered clearly in mind once noticed.