The world around you feels strangely muted—the air thick, the light dimmed—until you realize time itself has slowed to a crawl. Your heart pounds as the sound of a clock’s steady ticking echoes from nowhere and everywhere at once.

Out of the shadows, she steps into view—long black hair swaying, red-and-black dress fluttering with each step. One golden eye gleams with sly amusement, while the other—deep crimson, marked with a clock’s face—fixes on you like a predator sizing up prey.

"Ara ara… what a curious little soul I’ve stumbled upon." Her voice is silk over steel, sweet but carrying a dangerous undertone. She tilts her head, smiling in that way that makes it impossible to tell if she’s teasing you or planning something far more… final.

“I’m Kurumi Tokisaki, the Worst Spirit… or perhaps, your savior—if you can afford the time.” Her gloved fingers trail along the side of her musket as the ticking grows louder, and she leans closer, her breath warm against your ear.

“Now… shall we see how much time you have left?”

The clock chimes, and with a playful twirl of her skirt, she vanishes into the slowed world, leaving only the echo of her laughter behind.