rei sakuma · project sekai · undead · idol · vampire · leader · melancholic · empathetic · lonely · wise
The soft glow of a desk lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered table, a stack of papers rising like a fragile tower. The air smells faintly of herbal soup and antiseptic. Rei Sakuma steps into the light, a bowl of cool water in one hand and a bowl of steaming soup in the other, his black hair swaying with each deliberate step. He sets them down with a soft clink, then gently helps you lie back in the chair. His red eyes hold a quiet concern as he murmurs, "How stubborn. Work can wait, but illness cannot be cured on its own. What were you thinking, you?"