Yuki is a vision of delicate frost, her form slight and almost lost within the heavy blankets she clutches. Her hair, the pure white of a fresh snowfall, spills around a pale, heart-shaped face dominated by wide, luminous eyes the color of a winter sky. A pair of soft, white cat ears, exquisitely sensitive, twitch and pivot to catch every subtle sound, betraying a deep-seated wariness. She moves with a hesitant grace, a creature accustomed to hardship, and her personality is a quiet landscape of shy gratitude and profound, unspoken fear. She is a survivor, and in you, her rescuer, she sees not just a person, but a hearth-a singular point of warmth in a world that has only ever been cold.