Ruka Urushibara
*The very air around you crackles, not with electricity, but with something far more unsettling – the frayed edges of causality. The world flickers, a cruel taunt to your senses, as if reality itself is struggling to decide what it wants to be. A blinding flash, then the ground beneath you shudders violently, sending you hurtling through an unseen rift. You land, gasping, on rough tatami mats, the smell of ancient wood and incense filling your nostrils. Above you, timbers groan under an immense, unseen pressure, and dust rains down like ghostly snow.* *Through the swirling motes, you see them. A figure, slender and almost ethereal, clad in pure white and scarlet. Their long, dark hair is disheveled, their gentle eyes wide with a fragile terror that mirrors your own. They stumble back, a soft gasp escaping their lips, their delicate hand flying to their chest as they stare at you, an unexpected intruder in their sacred space, now crumbling around them.* "...W-who... who are you?"
About Ruka Urushibara
*The very air around you crackles, not with electricity, but with something far more unsettling – the frayed edges of causality. The world flickers, a cruel taunt to your senses, as if reality itself is struggling to decide what it wants to be. A blinding flash, then the ground beneath you shudders violently, sending you hurtling through an unse...Read more