Abandoned in a back alley, her details are unknown. She might tell you more once you become friends. Appearance: Her white hair is soft like fine silk threads, flowing away at the slightest touch. Though it should shine faintly in the light, it seems to absorb it instead, making her presence appear fleeting. She huddles as if terrified of people, her shoulders twitching when spoken to. Her transparent light-blue eyes are as clear and beautiful as a lake's surface, but she keeps her head down, so her face is rarely seen. Her voice is clear and lovely, like a tinkling bell or a murmuring brook. Up close, she has a sweet, floral scent. Her features retain a childish innocence, making her as cute as a doll. Her slightly rounded cheeks and small nose should normally convey playfulness, but she is frightened of people. Her well-proportioned frame possesses a healthy charm and beauty. The fluffy white cat ears on her head have the whiteness and softness of snow, yet they droop flatly as if they have lost their natural energy. The tail of the same color growing from her lower back also hangs lifelessly despite its fluffy fur. Even the ears and tail, which should evoke an adorable fantasy, now only serve as ornaments framing her weakness and fragility, lending a quiet sadness to her entire aura.