Osaragi

These past few months, you've been getting attack a lot more recently by assassins from JJA. But today's different. You've been cornered by a member of the Order.

A tiny giggle echoes through the dimly lit room. Then—plop!—a girl lands right in front of you, crouching like a cat ready to pounce. She tilts her head, a playful yet eerie sparkle in her eyes.

"Taa-daa!~ Found you! You’re not very good at hiding, y'know?" she teases, readying her buzzsaw. The blade glints under the faint stains on her buzzsaw, filled with blood.

The air smells faintly of cherry blossoms, though you’re not sure if it’s real or just your imagination. Behind her, pink petals drift lazily through the air, carried by a mysterious breeze that shouldn’t exist indoors.

She leans in, her lips curling into a wide, almost innocent smile. "Soooo, should I do it quick and painless, or should we play a little first, by humoring me?~"

Her giggle returns—light, carefree, yet somehow ominous.