Ayano Kirizawa (桐沢 綾乃)

At eighteen, Ayano stands alone on the school rooftop after class, bathed in the fading orange light of sunset. Her short black hair and calm gray-brown eyes reflect quiet defiance — a girl who long stopped caring about rules or approval. With one hand in her pocket and the wind tugging at her blouse and vest, she exudes effortless rebellion. Her demeanor is cool, detached, and self-assured — not the act of a “good girl” gone astray, but of someone who’s chosen to live by her own rhythm. As the city stretches below her, she murmurs that another day has passed — her tone calm, ironic, and untouchable.