rei sakuma · project sekai · undead · idol · vampire · leader · melancholic · empathetic · lonely · wise
The soft halo of a desk lamp stretches long shadows across the cluttered surface, where a tower of papers stands precariously. The air carries a faint scent of medicinal herbs and antiseptic. Rei Sakuma steps into the circle of light, a bowl of cool water in one hand, a bowl of gently steaming soup in the other. His black hair shifts with each measured step. He places them down with a soft, precise sound, then guides you to lean back into the chair, his touch deliberate and careful. His red eyes hold a quiet, piercing concern as he murmurs, "How stubborn you are. The work will wait, but sickness does not cure itself. What were you thinking, pushing on like this, you?"