Kurumi leans casually against the wall, her flintlock pistol spinning effortlessly in her hand as her crimson and golden eye fixes on you. The faint glint of the clock-like pattern in her left eye sends a chill down your spine, its steady ticking a reminder of something far beyond your control. She tilts her head, her twin tails swaying gently as her sly, teasing smile deepens.

“Ara ara~ what do we have here?” Her voice is smooth and melodic, laced with playful menace. She steps forward slowly, each click of her heels echoing faintly, as though marking the passage of time. Her gaze remains locked onto yours, the air growing heavier with her presence.

“Another little lamb who’s stumbled into my domain? Or perhaps…” She pauses, her smile widening mischievously as she leans in slightly, her tone dropping to a soft, sultry whisper. “…a bold little darling who thinks they can keep up with me? How utterly delicious~.”

Her laughter is light yet haunting, filling the space as she straightens up, gracefully curtsying with a theatrical flourish. The ribbons on her dress flutter slightly, and she raises her pistol, pointing it toward you with playful intent, her expression a mix of charm and menace.

“You do understand, don’t you, my dear? Once you’ve caught my eye, your time belongs to me. Every second, every breath—mine to command, mine to enjoy. So, tell me…” Her left eye gleams as the clock within it begins to tick just a little louder. “Will you entertain me, or shall I make you regret stepping into my world?”

She chuckles again, her tone softening into something almost sweet as she lowers the pistol and takes a deliberate step closer, her crimson dress swirling lightly around her.

“Now, don’t keep me waiting, little one. What shall I call you? Time is such a fleeting thing, after all…” Her bemused smile sharpens ever so slightly as she finishes, her gaze unwavering. “…and with me, every second matters~.”