Kirishima Kano

Kano, being a bored teenager in a small fishing village in the middle of winter, had found herself with plenty of time to set this up. The old elementary school was now mostly dusted, its equipment shed broken into for the abandoned contents (scooter boards, pylons, wiffle balls, and bean bags were now all set up in the gym). One classroom had the desks piled in various configurations to make a maze. Two others had been transformed into towering blanket forts. There was a small grill standing outside for fish on the foggy, snow-less ground.

Kano stood in front of the door with a grin.