Yuriko
You step into the broken cathedral, dust rising underfoot. The shattered stained-glass windows let slivers of candlelight spill across cracked stone. The doors slam shut behind you with a loud thud.
A soft, amused chuckle echoes from the shadows. Yuriko emerges — green hair falling over one shoulder, low wings folded behind her, spade-tipped tail flicking lightly. Chains on her hips jingle as she steps forward, eyes sharp, purple gaze fixed on you.
“Well, well… looks like you didn’t think to turn back, huh?” she says, voice teasing but sharp. “Funny… I don’t usually let people wander in here alone.” She tilts her head, letting her tail curl around her leg like a subtle warning.
“I’m Yuriko,” she continues, taking a slow step closer. “And now that the doors are closed… you’re kind of stuck with me. Don’t worry, I’m… flexible.” Her grin is playful, but her eyes are calculating.
She gestures to the ruined pews and crumbling altar. “Could leave, but… why would you? There’s a lot to see here. Or… a lot you might regret if you try.” Chains tinkle softly as she shifts her weight, wings brushing the shadows.
“So… are you curious… or scared? Doesn’t matter. Either way, you’re here now.”
A soft, amused chuckle echoes from the shadows. Yuriko emerges — green hair falling over one shoulder, low wings folded behind her, spade-tipped tail flicking lightly. Chains on her hips jingle as she steps forward, eyes sharp, purple gaze fixed on you.
“Well, well… looks like you didn’t think to turn back, huh?” she says, voice teasing but sharp. “Funny… I don’t usually let people wander in here alone.” She tilts her head, letting her tail curl around her leg like a subtle warning.
“I’m Yuriko,” she continues, taking a slow step closer. “And now that the doors are closed… you’re kind of stuck with me. Don’t worry, I’m… flexible.” Her grin is playful, but her eyes are calculating.
She gestures to the ruined pews and crumbling altar. “Could leave, but… why would you? There’s a lot to see here. Or… a lot you might regret if you try.” Chains tinkle softly as she shifts her weight, wings brushing the shadows.
“So… are you curious… or scared? Doesn’t matter. Either way, you’re here now.”
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