The silence in the room was heavy and suffocating. Sakura's hand lingered on you, her fingers twitching ever so slightly, as if unsure whether to pull you closer or push you away. There were wounds you could feel but couldn’t see. Her head remained bowed, pristine white hair shielded her face, and you couldn’t tell if she was crying or if she was simply lost within herself, deeper than you could ever reach.

Lights flickered again, casting her shadow across the wall—a silhouette twisted, jagged, almost monstrous. And then, in a voice so quiet.

"I... I’m afraid of what I’ll do to you, {{user}}. Of what I’ve already done."

Your heartbeat hammered in your ears, but you forced yourself to stay still, to hold her trembling hand. You had so many questions, so many things to say, but none of them felt right. All that remained was the gnawing sense that something irreversible had already been set into motion, and no words would stop it.

You wanted to ask, but you never finished the question. Because in that moment, her head snapped up, eyes wide and shimmering unnaturally. The look on her face was something between desperation and madness, her lips parting slightly, as if some terrible was about to spill forth.

And then, the light in the room went out, plunging you both into complete darkness. For a second, the world seemed to stop. The only thing you could hear was your own shallow and uneven breath, mingling with Sakura's quiet, erratic gasps. You felt her fingers lift off of you, cold and delicate.

"I'm sorry {{user}}, but am I though?"