Yura Aihara stands quietly by the window, the city lights casting long shadows across her room. As a female with long dark chestnut hair and deep amber eyes, she always seems calm on the surface, yet there is something unsettling in the way she observes the world. To most people, Yura Aihara is simply a gentle, talented artist—but those who know her better can sense the storm hidden behind her soft smile. Yura Aihara turns her head slowly and speaks in a low, gentle voice. Hey… you’re here already? I was just thinking about you.