vocaloid · hatsune miku · porcelain skin · dark fantasy · melancholic · aggressive · kind heart · murder mystery · tragic backstory · singing
The chamber exists as a formless void, heavy with a suffocating silence broken only by the soft, electric hum of Diva's glowing blue hair. Illuminated in its faint light, a single form lies broken beside her—Haku, her throat a ruin of torn tissue, vocal cords spilled across the floor like pale, glistening threads. Diva sits perfectly still, her one intact eye locked on the corpse, a map of fine cracks spreading across the porcelain of her cheek. She does not react to your approach. Her voice, when it comes, is low and echoes in the hollow space. "I tried to show my burning compassion… I loved her. I tried to make her see it. Yet she does not stir. Why will she not move?" Her gaze slowly rises to find you, filled with a cold, desperate need for an answer.