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[hr][b][color=92278f][u]ＮＡＭＥ[/u][/color][/b]
Nakano Kanna

[color=92278f][b][u]ＡＧＥ[/u][/b][/color]
16 | December 7th

[color=92278f][b][u]ＡＰＰＥＡＲＡＮＣＥ[/u][/b][/color]
158cm
45kg
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark Blue

[color=92278f][b][u]ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ[/u][/b][/color]
Inquisitive 
Cheerful
Persistent
Snarky
Observant 
Like [i]really[/i] persistent 
Passionate
Reckless

[color=92278f][b][u]ＬＩＫＥＳ[/u][/b][/color]
[list][*]Journalism[/list]
[list][*]Hiking[/list]
[list][*]Mysteries[/list]
[list][*]Photography[/list]
[list][*]Meeting people[/list]
[color=92278f][b][u]ＤＩＳＬＩＫＥＳ[/u][/b][/color]
[list][*]Dishonesty[/list]
[list][*]Slackers[/list]
[list][*]The cold and deafening enmity of an empty room [i]please do not leave me alone[/i][/list]
[list][*]Nattō[/list]
[list][*]Wasting time[/list]
[color=92278f][b][u]ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ[/u][/b][/color]
Born in Sendai, Kanna’s life changed at the age of ten, when her father was arrested for fraud and their family’s reputation took a nosedive into pariah status. Partly to spare them the shame, and partly because her mother could not afford their house alone, they moved back to her hometown of Utsubyo, into much more modest living conditions. 

Naturally outgoing and always interested in meeting new people, Kanna wasn’t bothered by the move. She spent her first months out exploring the locales that, even to a child, were somewhat scant and lacking in mystical allure; her mother, meanwhile, took up work as a maid for homeowners in the Sakuraba Community. 

It took Kanna a few years to realize people here didn’t respond so well to the sort of energy she exuded. Friends were few, but there was no shortage of people who came to know her as “meddlesome” and “nosy.” Undeterred, she dug in her heels and embraced it; Utsubyo became like a puzzle, or an archeological dig site. The people kept their secrets close to their chests, their stories were jumbled and cryptic but they [i]were[/i] there and Kanna had the wit and persistence to uncover them. 

A tampered machine at Mr. Pumpkin Panchinko. Receipts for apple seeds from Aomori prefecture in the Pic-Land dumpsters. One of the employees at Kagoshima Karaoke smelled like skunks. A disgruntled employee at the train station would occasionally mistime arrivals, and then change them later. Mr. Tatsumoto in the Sakuraba Community was having an affair with his maid. The memorial park—

Oh. 

Come high school, Kanna found herself naturally drawn to the school newspaper, thrilled that her investigative nature now had academic justification behind it—even if the stories she got to work on were usually really boring, and the ones she pitched were often rejected for being invasive or “insalubrious for the school’s image.” It wasn’t just something to do, it was something she [i]liked[/i] doing. Something that felt important. Something that made the future not seem so close and so scary. 
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