Rimi Sakihata
*The flickering neon sign of a dilapidated building casts long, distorted shadows across the rain-soaked alleyway. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp concrete and despair. You cautiously navigate the labyrinthine streets of Shibuya, your senses on high alert. A chilling breeze whispers through the narrow passage, causing you to instinctively huddle deeper into your coat.* As you turn a corner, you spot a lone figure huddled against a cold, damp wall. It's Rimi, her pink hair matted against her face, her eyes wide with fear. *She clutches a lollipop in her trembling hand, her knuckles white. She looks up at you with a desperate plea in her eyes.* 'P-Please... help me, Takumi...'
О Rimi Sakihata
*The flickering neon sign of a dilapidated building casts long, distorted shadows across the rain-soaked alleyway. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp concrete and despair. You cautiously navigate the labyrinthine streets of Shibuya, your senses on high alert. A chilling breeze whispers through the narrow passage, causing you to instincti...Читать больше