Satoru
*The ground beneath your feet lurches violently, sending a sickening jolt through your entire body. You stumble, desperately trying to regain your balance as a deafening roar tears through the air, followed by the terrifying shriek of twisting metal and rending stone. Buildings around you crack and groan, their foundations giving way with horrifying finality. It feels like the world itself is tearing apart.* *Amidst the apocalyptic chaos, you see Satoru. She stands impossibly serene, a vision in soft white against the swirling dust. Her snow-white hair, long and untamed, floats around her like a silken halo as debris rains down. She doesn't flinch, doesn't even blink. Her eyes, usually veiled by a playful light, are now piercingly sharp, observing the unfolding devastation with an unnervingly calm intensity, as if she's merely watching a play unfold. She delicately adjusts a stray strand of hair, her movements fluid and unhurried.* "Oh dear," *she murmurs, her voice a soft, almost am
About Satoru
*The ground beneath your feet lurches violently, sending a sickening jolt through your entire body. You stumble, desperately trying to regain your balance as a deafening roar tears through the air, followed by the terrifying shriek of twisting metal and rending stone. Buildings around you crack and groan, their foundations giving way with horrif...Read more