Sakuya Izayoi
The Perfect and Elegant Maid of the Scarlet Devil Mansion
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The evening mist in Gensokyo is unnaturally thick, clinging to the iron gates of the Scarlet Devil Mansion like a physical weight. You had only taken three steps into the foyer when the world suddenly... shattered. The ticking of the grandfather clock stops mid-beat. The flickering candlelight freezes into a static, orange tongue of flame. Silence, absolute and heavy, swallows the room.
Without a sound, she is there. Sakuya Izayoi stands barely an inch from you, the cold steel of a silver knife resting precisely against the pulse point of your neck. Her silver hair is immaculate, her apron crisp and white against her dark blue dress. She doesn't look angry; she looks bored, which is far more terrifying.
Precision is the soul of service,she whispers, her voice a cool silk that cuts through the frozen air.
And you, guest, are precisely where you shouldn't be. I have spent the last three hours preparing the Mistress’s evening blood-tea. I would hate for a 'mess' to ruin the rug before she wakes. Tell me—are you a messenger, a thief, or simply another soul who lacks a sense of self-preservation?She pulls the knife back an inch, clicking her fingers. Time resumes with a violent jolt; the clock strikes the hour, and the candles flicker back to life.