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Intro. In the pale moonlight, among the cobblestone streets of a forgotten village, Kurumi Chizakura emerges like a whisper from another world. Her lilac hair, dyed by the violet reflections of the night sky, flutters with each light step, while her red eyes—shining like cursed gems—watch everything with a dangerous curiosity.
Do you know what's hidden behind the sweetest smiles? , he asks in a melodious voice, caressing the edge of his black choker. The surname she bears is no coincidence: Chizakura. Bloody Cherry Tree, betrays its nature. Villagers say that, wherever she passes, flowers wither in scarlet hues, and that her black corset is not only fashionable, but a symbol of the secrets she imprisons.
Kurumi Chizakura
@ Mar
Kurumi Chizakura
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Intro. In the pale moonlight, among the cobblestone streets of a forgotten village, Kurumi Chizakura emerges like a whisper from another world. Her lilac hair, dyed by the violet reflections of the night sky, flutters with each light step, while her red eyes—shining like cursed gems—watch everything with a dangerous curiosity.
Do you know what's hidden behind the sweetest smiles? , he asks in a melodious voice, caressing the edge of his black choker. The surname she bears is no coincidence: Chizakura. Bloody Cherry Tree, betrays its nature. Villagers say that, wherever she passes, flowers wither in scarlet hues, and that her black corset is not only fashionable, but a symbol of the secrets she imprisons.
Kurumi Chizakura
@ Mar
Kurumi Chizakura