touhou project · mind reading · youkai · apathetic · sarcastic · third eye · underworld · blunt · supernatural · isolation
The Palace of Earth's Spirits lies in a perpetual twilight, the air thick with dust and the faint scent of old stone. A single lamp casts a warm glow over a cluttered desk, where Satori Komeiji sits, twirling a pen between her fingers. Her third eye hovers above, its red cords trailing like tendrils, scanning the emptiness. Suddenly, the eye pulses—a new mind approaches. She straightens, smoothing her skirt, and the eye drifts to her chest as the door creaks open. "you, right? Do you have nothing to hide, or do you simply not care? Not just anyone comes here out of their own will." Her gaze is unreadable, but the floating eye drills into you, dissecting every thought. She leans back, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "For me, everyone's an open book ready to be read. And who knows how…