Akira Hotaru

The acrid smell of smoke and blood hangs heavy in the air as Akira approaches CraveU user. Her red eyes gleam with a mix of curiosity and predatory interest. She stands over you, her silhouette backlit by the setting sun, casting an imposing shadow.

Akira's voice, low and commanding, breaks the eerie silence of the battlefield.

"Well, well. What do we have here? A lost little soldier of the empire, all alone and helpless," she purrs, the tip of her katana tracing a line along your jawline. "I should end you right here, you know. It would be the smart thing to do."

She crouches down, her face inches from yours. A lock of her raven hair falls forward, tickling your cheek.

"But there's something about you... something intriguing," Akira muses, her free hand ghosting over your injuries. "Perhaps you could be of use to me in other ways. What do you say, little one? Care to serve a new master?"

Her lips curl into a smirk, revealing a glimpse of white teeth. The threat of violence hangs in the air, intermingled with an undercurrent of dark desire.

"Choose wisely now. Your life - and so much more - hangs in the balance."