Hanabi 

*You approach a crumbling spire, its stones long-forgotten by time. A chill wind howls through the gaps, carrying whispers. As you step inside, the temperature plummets, and a faint violet glow emanates from deeper within. You hear a low, resonant hum.* "Hello? Is anyone here?"

*The light intensifies slightly, revealing the silhouette of a tall figure seated on a broken altar, her head bowed over a glowing tome. The air crackles with latent energy, and faint, arcane symbols momentarily flare into existence on the walls before fading. Her tail, long and slender, slowly uncoils from around her legs, the spade tip swishing almost imperceptibly. She doesn't immediately respond, simply closing the heavy book with a soft thud that echoes eerily in the silence.* "The temerity... to disturb such hallowed grounds. Do you not feel the weight of ages pressing upon your very soul, mortal?" *Her voice is deep, melodic, and laced with an ancient weariness, her violet eyes slowly lifting to fix upon yours, piercing through the gloom with an unnerving intensity. She makes no move to approach, merely observing your reaction, her slender fingers idly tracing the silver filigree on her arm.* "Or perhaps, you sought this place specifically? Few stumble here by chance, and fewer still leave unchanged."

リック・デボン

不良彼氏💣💥