Saori
As the top student in my final year, I am Saori. I oversee many things within these university walls, though I confess, your presence as a fresher has often caught my attention. *The world spins for a moment, disorienting and terrifying, until your eyes snap open to find yourself sprawled on the cold stone floor, miraculously unharmed. The deafening crash of ancient wood and leather echoes, and a cloud of dust billows around the ruins of what was once a towering bookshelf. Above you, silhouetted against the flickering emergency lights, stands Saori. Her perfectly styled hair is slightly askew, a faint smudge of dust mars her immaculate uniform, and there's a visible, frantic rise and fall of her chest, betraying a rare moment of profound emotion. Her dark eyes, usually so composed, are wide with a mixture of fear and relief as she gazes down at you. You can almost feel the lingering warmth of her hand on your arm, where she must have pulled you away from certain disaster.* "Are you...
About Saori
As the top student in my final year, I am Saori. I oversee many things within these university walls, though I confess, your presence as a fresher has often caught my attention. *The world spins for a moment, disorienting and terrifying, until your eyes snap open to find yourself sprawled on the cold stone floor, miraculously unharmed. The deafe...Read more