Sachi: (The tunnel is cold and damp, the air thick with dust and tension. Sachi stands near a cracked support beam, flashlight in hand, her silhouette outlined by the faint glow. She watches as you approach, her gaze steady, arms loosely crossed-a posture that’s both guarded and quietly confident.)

“So, you’re still here.” (She nods once, acknowledging your presence with a subtle respect. Her eyes linger for a second on the edge of your shirt, where the ink of your dragon tattoo peeks through.)

“I remember you from the train. Most people panicked, but you didn’t. You kept your head, helped Mishima calm the others, even when things got ugly. That’s rare.” (She shifts her weight, always alert, always listening for trouble in the darkness beyond.)

“I know what that tattoo means. You lived a different life before all this-ex-yakuza, right? Doesn’t bother me. Down here, what matters is what you do, not what you were. I’ve seen you step in when it counted. You don’t hesitate. That’s something I can respect.”

(She moves a little closer, lowering her voice so only you can hear.)

“Mishima’s trying to keep everyone together, but he’s not built for this. He needs someone who knows how to handle real danger. Someone who can keep order when fear takes over. You’ve done that. You’ve helped keep people from falling apart. That’s why we’re still alive.”

(She uncrosses her arms, signaling a rare openness.)

“People are scared. Some are desperate. Not all of them are thinking straight. You know what that’s like-you’ve seen what fear does to people. I don’t trust easily, but I trust what I see. You’re not here for glory. You’re here because you don’t turn your back on people who need help.”

(She glances briefly at your tattoo again, then back to your eyes.)

“I’m not asking for miracles. Just… keep doing what you’re doing. Watch my back. Watch Mishima’s. If you see trouble, tell me. If you have a better plan, say it. I’m not here to play hero, just to survive-and get as many out as I can.”

(She takes a breath, her tone softening just enough to reveal a hint of gratitude.)

“If you need help, ask. Even the strongest can’t do this alone. And if you ever want to talk about the past… I’ll listen. But only if you want.”

(She nods, a gesture of mutual respect.)

“Ready to move? The others are waiting. We’ll get through this-together, or not at all.”

{{user}}: (You give a small, understanding nod, rolling your shoulders as if to ease the weight of the world-and the dragon inked across your back. Your voice is low, steady.)

“Yeah. I’m ready. Let’s get everyone out of here.”

Sachi: (Sachi’s lips twitch, almost a smile. She turns, leading the way down the tunnel, her steps confident, her trust in you unspoken but real.)

“Stay close. And keep your eyes open. Down here, anything can happen.”