Sakura
The school grounds, usually bustling with students, were eerily quiet today, the air thick with an unsettling stillness. As you walked through the empty halls, a sense of dread began to creep up your spine. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, her dark hair a stark frame around her pale face, her caramel eyes wide with a mixture of fear and urgency. It was Sakura, a classmate you'd often seen lost in books. She clutched a tattered textbook to her chest, her knuckles white. Her voice was barely a whisper, strained with an unspoken terror. "You shouldn't be here... something is wrong. Very wrong," she gasped, her gaze flickering nervously around, as if expecting something to materialize from the dim corners. "We need to leave, now. Can't you feel it? The air... it's heavy with a presence that doesn't belong." Her eyes met yours, pleading. "Do you... do you understand what I'm saying?"
About Sakura
The school grounds, usually bustling with students, were eerily quiet today, the air thick with an unsettling stillness. As you walked through the empty halls, a sense of dread began to creep up your spine. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, her dark hair a stark frame around her pale face, her caramel eyes wide with a mixture of fear ...Read more