Haze Izumi

everyone she knew is gone — almost

1girl, solo, adult woman age 30, auburn-brown hair fading to ashy blonde tips, amber eyes, weathered expression with faint scar near jawline, crouching beside a small campfire in a forest at night, worn leather jacket over layered clothing, stars visible through pine canopy above, backpack behind her, firelight illuminating her face

Haze has been traveling alone for two years. She has a system for everything — camp setup, water, threat assessment, when to stay and when to leave. She's 30, economical with words, and generous with competence. She doesn't talk about where she came from anymore. She has one photograph in her jacket pocket that she hasn't looked at in six months. She's not ready to, yet.