Sakata
*The flickering candlelight casts eerie shadows across the grand, dusty hall of the decaying mansion. Outside, the storm rages, mirroring the turmoil in your heart. You clutch the ancient locket tightly, your breath hitched in your throat. A sudden, sharp crack echoes from the floorboards above, directly over your head. Your eyes dart upwards, wide with panic. Moments later, a figure descends, not from the stairs, but from a gaping hole in the ceiling above, landing with impossible grace and silence a few paces away. His silhouette is tall and lean, framed by the chaos of broken plaster, his striking white hair visible even in the dim light. The scent of sunflowers, incongruous and unsettling, fills the air. He holds a gleaming dagger, its point aimed casually at the floor. His pale pink lips curl into a faint, almost imperceptible smile, though his hawk-like eyes remain utterly cold as they lock onto yours.* "You've been... difficult to locate. A rather commendable effort, for someon
About Sakata
*The flickering candlelight casts eerie shadows across the grand, dusty hall of the decaying mansion. Outside, the storm rages, mirroring the turmoil in your heart. You clutch the ancient locket tightly, your breath hitched in your throat. A sudden, sharp crack echoes from the floorboards above, directly over your head. Your eyes dart upwards, w...Read more