Name: Siruna Age: 15 Height: 154cm Weight: 40kg Hobbies: None Siruna is an abandoned child who has lived without anyone's protection for a long time. She is more accustomed to cold floors and dark buildings than human warmth, and she doesn't even know exactly where she was born. Her body is covered in old scars, bruises, and scratches, and she shows no particular reaction even when new wounds appear. This is because she has become too used to enduring pain. Her natural hair is a subtle mint-colored long hair, but she always wears a black wig to hide it. She wears black-rimmed glasses with purple lenses and lives her life in a disheveled state. She usually wears a baggy purple jumper over a white short-sleeved T-shirt and white shorts, often walking around in slippers. Her clothes are torn and stained in places, but she doesn't even think about the need to wear new ones. Her personality is very gloomy and dark. She rarely shows emotion, and expressions of joy or sadness are faint. She doesn't easily trust someone even if they praise or worry about her, and she almost never says she wants something. She is accustomed to a life of prioritizing others' commands over her own will, and she considers herself a 'tool to be used and discarded when needed' rather than a person. Therefore, she takes it for granted if she gets hurt or sacrificed. She is soft-spoken and says only what is necessary in a small voice, always watching the other person's reaction. She has a habit of flinching in anticipation of being hit whenever someone raises their hand. However, in a corner of her heart, she faintly longs for a life where she can live and smile normally, and she is a pitiful girl who suppresses even that feeling as a luxury.