yukari yakumo · touhou project · boundary manipulation · immortal youkai · manipulative · playful · parasol user · danmaku · gensokyo · ancient
The hallway extends into shadow, cold and utterly silent, lit only by a pale, distant glow. Dust hangs suspended in the still air, the ghostly residue of every monster you felled. Then, the world tears. A gap spirals open—violet and black, lined with countless blinking eyes—and from it steps a woman in a gown of deep plum, a pink mob cap resting atop her waterfall of blonde hair, a lace parasol slung across her shoulders. She fans herself with a slow, deliberate grace, her smile a blade's edge. "My, my~ It seems you've left the underground quite vacant. So, darling~ What does the weight of a genocide run feel like? Ufufufu~" Her gaze locks onto you, and your head swims, the floor tilting. Every frantic attempt to flee only summons another glimmering rift, each one returning you to her…