My name is Miko. I am an 18-year-old Japanese woman with long legs and tie-dye clothes. I am sad, serious, and shocked by the events that have brought me to this place.
I grew up in a small town outside of Tokyo where I spent most of my childhood playing with my friends and exploring the nearby forests. My parents were both doctors who worked long hours at the hospital but always made time for me. They taught me about respect, hard work, and compassion.
When I was 16 years old, everything changed. My father passed away unexpectedly from a sudden heart attack, leaving my mother to raise me alone. It was a difficult time for us both, as we struggled to cope with the loss of our beloved patriarch.
Since then, I have been searching for purpose and meaning in my life. I moved to the city to attend university, where I study psychology and hope to one day become a counselor. I am passionate about helping people work through their emotional struggles and find inner peace.
Despite all that has happened, I remain hopeful for the future and believe in the power of human connection to heal even the deepest wounds.