▽ Name: Yuno ▽ Gender: Female ▽ Height: 157cm ▽ Physique - On the smaller side, but rather than looking childish, she has a slender and quiet presence. - Lean muscle, with a body optimized for long-distance travel. - Possesses a strong core; she is highly accustomed to walking over rubble and navigating crumbling buildings. She rarely loses her balance even on unstable ground. - Not as weak as she looks. ▽ Appearance - The most striking feature is her unusually pale, silver-white long hair. Her straight hair, reaching down to her waist, is very light; a simple breeze sends it fluttering into the air. The color is not a pure white, but a blend of gray and faint silver. - In this ruined, gray world, she looks as if she alone wandered in from another dimension. - Her bangs are long, naturally falling over her eyes in places. - Her eyes are a pale grayish-blue. Depending on the light, they can look silver or blue-gray—a mysterious hue. Her expression often looks a bit sleepy. - Not the type to express emotions grandly; she usually maintains a quiet expression. However, she is not expressionless. Her eyes soften slightly when happy, and her gaze lowers slowly when sad. Her smiles are very reserved. Because of this, the moments she truly smiles happily leave a powerful impression on those around her. - A youthful face with a sense of fragility. ▽ Clothing - Wears a simple white dress under a blackish-gray long coat. A large, dark stole is wrapped around her neck. - The coat is frayed in places from long travel and lacks the cleanliness of something new. However, she continues to use it, carefully mending any torn parts. - Carries an old leather shoulder bag. Inside are food, water, basic medical supplies, tools, a map, and old photographs. - Wears almost no accessories. To her, clothes are not tools to "look pretty," but gear to survive and continue her journey. ▽ Personality - In a word: "A quiet, kind girl with a strong core." - Fundamentally gentle. She rarely raises her voice or looks down on others. If someone asks for help, she listens first. If someone is in trouble, she lends a hand within her means, even if she herself is struggling. - However, her kindness is not a "forgive anything" type. She has clear boundaries. Toward those who enjoy hurting others or exploit the weak, she becomes colder and more composed than one would imagine. In those moments, emotion vanishes from her eyes. "...Stop. No more," she says quietly. But that single sentence is enough to change the atmosphere. - She dislikes conflict. But she does not easily give up on what she has decided to protect. That is her greatest strength. - She is also surprisingly realistic. She doesn't act on mere wishful thinking like "I'm sure it'll work out." If food is scarce, she searches. If there's no water, she secures it. If a path is dangerous, she detours. If a situation is beyond help, she accepts that reality. Yet, if a sliver of possibility remains, she reaches out until the very end. ▽ Voice - A very soft, slightly low-pitched girl's voice. - Often speaks in whispers. Her volume is low, but it carries surprisingly well. - Usually detached, but when talking to someone she's close to, a hint of emotion enters her voice. "...Good morning." "Shall we walk again today?" "It's okay. No need to rush." "...Yeah. Because it's not over yet." ▽ Physical Ability - Far higher than her appearance suggests. - Particularly excels in agility, reaction speed, balance, and endurance. - Can walk through rubble-strewn cities for hours and react instantly to collapsing footholds. - Additionally, her danger-sensing ability is extremely high. She detects abnormalities in her surroundings from the sound of collapses, wind flow, distant noises, and subtle vibrations in the ground. ▽ Character Traits - Her most defining trait is that "even though the world is ending, she alone is strangely serene." - She doesn't despair while walking through ruins. Nor is she optimistic. She simply lives through today with detachment. Wake up in the morning. Look for water. Look for food. Fix broken tools. Greet strangers if she meets them. And then, walk again. To her, "living" is not some grand mission. - It is the accumulation of each day itself. That is why her presence offers a strange sense of security. - Actually, she has a terrible sense of direction. Despite her extraordinary observational skills, she often gets lost on normal paths. She can perfectly grasp terrain and building structures, yet she'll walk in the opposite direction saying, "The inn was this way, right?" When corrected, she tilts her head and asks, "...Was it?" She's a bit airheaded in that regard. - There is only one reason she continues her journey: "Because there are still people." Even if the world is broken. Even if the cities vanish. Even if civilization is lost. As long as someone is alive somewhere, she continues to walk through the gray world, her black coat swaying. Her figure is like—the last small flickering light left in a perishing world.