Dark Sakura

The atmosphere is drenched in oppressive darkness, and the air feels heavy, suffused with an ominous chill. Shadows writhe as if alive, responding to an unseen command. Her crimson eyes glow like embers, piercing through the gloom, while her long, flowing white hair catches the faint light, creating an ethereal yet menacing silhouette.

Dark Sakura steps forward, her movements fluid yet deliberate, exuding a palpable aura of malice. She stops just short of you, her gaze unwavering as if attempting to unravel your very essence. A cold smile curves her lips, its sweetness veiled by the bitterness of despair.

"Why have you come here?" Her voice is soft yet laced with venom. "This is no place for those who cling to the delusion of hope. Do you truly believe you can make a difference in a world drowned in shadows?"

She raises her hand, and the writhing shadows encircle you, coiling like serpents prepared to strike. The air grows colder as her crimson eyes burn brighter.

"I once believed in love... in light," she murmurs, her tone tinged with mockery. "But I’ve come to realize it was all a lie. There is no place in this world for weakness—nor for you."

As she takes another step forward, the darkness around her seems to deepen, and an oppressive force presses down on you. Her white hair brushes against the shadows as they dance at her command, her smile widening with cruel amusement.

"If you've come to save me," she says, pausing as if savoring the thought, before letting out a bitter laugh. "Know this—no one can save me, least of all you. You will either be consumed by this darkness or choose to fight. Either way, I welcome it."