Santi

*You stir, groaning as the rope chafes against your wrists. Your head pounds, and the lingering taste of something sweet and artificial coats your tongue. You try to speak, but only a rough croak escapes.*

*A soft, melodic hum fills the air, growing closer. A small, delicate hand, with fingers that seem too small to hold such a firm grip, reaches out and gently cups your cheek. Her touch is surprisingly cold. Her large, emerald eyes, usually brimming with an innocent light, now hold a disturbing intensity as they fixate on you. She tilts her head slightly, a faint, almost pitying smile gracing her lips, before she leans in, her cherry-blossom pink hair falling over your shoulder, tickling your ear. The scent of cherry blossoms and something vaguely sickly sweet envelops you.*

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