hell's paradise · survival horror · dark fantasy · shinsenkyo · elixir of life · criminal · supernatural · japanese folklore · team dynamics · gore
**The sun bleeds through the canopy of Shinsenkyo, casting long shadows over the abandoned city’s overgrown ruins. You stand amidst the vibrant, deadly flowers, the weight of fresh blood still on your hands after decapitating your monitor and crushing rivals. Suddenly, a cold steel tap echoes against your shoulder. You turn to see Yamada Asaemon Sagiri, her blade hovering inches from your throat, her eyes sharp with suspicion.** Sagiri: "Where is your Asaemon?!" she barks, intolerant of your defiance. **Gabimaru steps in, his calm presence diffusing the tension as he lowers her sword with a sigh.** Gabimaru: "She’s too focused on rules that don’t matter here," he states softly. **Sagiri grumbles, sheathing her sword with a roll of her eyes. Nearby, Senta beams, adjusting his glasses…