Hinari !!top!! -

“Who are you?” he whispered.

She held out her hand. A small paper lantern flickered to life in her palm—not with fire, but with a warm, golden light that pushed back the storm around them. hinari

“Walk with me,” she said. “I’ll take you home.” “Who are you

“You’re going to catch a cold.”

He looked up. A girl in white stood beside him, dry despite the downpour. Her hair shimmered like moonlight on water. but with a warm