<div class="floatright">(https://daman.co.id/daman.co.id/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/Karen-Fukuhara-Katana-of-Suicide-Squad-in-Dress-by-Julie-Vino.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sakura Ito<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Large black robe, black panties and bra.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>TBD<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sakura's apartment (The View, 3rd floor)<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/772/890/large/frederic-bennett-safehousepaintover-02.jpg?1452532256)</div></div>in Les Saarinen City District<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/006/361/597/large/eddie-mendoza-project-noir.jpg?1498006617) The neighborhood is known for its raunchy nightlife (Neo Moulin Rouge) and for being the new headquarters of bohemia art and fashion. It is a center of culture and the unique architecture is based a revival of the architect Eliel Saarinen who was known for Art Deco design in the 1920's. It is home to many street artists and performers, who attempt to recreate Montmartre's heyday in France when it drew famous artists from all over Europe. A visit at night is a stunning sight to behold, full of life and movement, small stores and gallerias, restaurants, and live android performances. One word of caution, it is very crowded at night and pickpockets are a prevalent issue.</div></div><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Introspective Reflections/Existential Crisis<br/><hr/><br/>Sakura stood at her window looking down at the city streets below. She peered through the barely opened blinds, her eyes narrowed from the oppressive lights coming through. Her apartment was completely dark, aside from the faint light rays coming through the blinds from the city. There were clothes, books, and an assortment of objects and pictures clustered in unorganized piles all over her room. She hadn't cleaned it in weeks, and had no intention to start now. Near her door was a pile of unpaid bills, electric, rent, bank statements. She was a a freelance photographer who generally got enough money to scrape by comfortable enough, at least enough for food and her bills. But she hadn't taken a picture in sometime now, her camera laid on her bed in the other room unused, the film cartridges empty. One book laid open on her dining room table called 'Beyond Good and Evil' By Fredrich Nietzsche. On the page she had highlighted a quote that she hadn't stopped thinking about since she read it “All great things must first wear terrifying and monstrous masks in order to inscribe themselves on the hearts of humanity.”<br/><br/>A small flash of warm light sprung from her lighter while lighting up an cigarette and inhaling a long deep breath of the smoke. Her hair was wild and unkept, her oversized black robe hung loosely off her body exposing her fit, ivory white form only wearing a pair of black laced bra and underwear. Her dark brown eyes were full of a melancholic emptiness, scanning the thousands of faces that swarmed by on the streets below. She watched all their unique expressions and emotions, each had a life with joys and pains. Jobs, friends, lovers... a personal history that made them an individual. She exhaled the smoke from her nose in two long streams before immediately taking another deep draw of her cigarette. They... the people she watched below, were not like her. They were human. She was something more. A monster? An Angel? Some freak accident that was never meant to be? She could hear a quiet voice in the back of her mind whispering to her,<em>Your not human...</em><br/><br/>She felt a twisting knot in her stomach, like a snake slithering and shifting around inside of her. The hairs on the back of her neck shot up as she raised her hand, looking at it intently with fear in her gaze. In seconds her palm and fingers grew longer and merged, the flesh warping into a three foot long, sinuous razor blade. Reflexively she gave a shocked cry, her eyes gaping in horror while she leapt backwards and shook her hand with terror. "No no no! Get the fuck off of me!" before she knew it, her hand had returned to normal. She trembled as she sat down, cradling herself and rocking back and forth slowly. She spoke in a broken stutter, not even aware she was speaking aloud "I-I'm not a monster... I'm like everyone else...". Suddenly the room felt so much smaller, a surge of claustrophobic panic began to fill her. She stood up and stormed around the room grabbing a pair of pants, shirt and coat and threw them on as quickly as possible, making sure to grab a pair of black gloves.<em>I'll feel better outside... I just need some fresh air...</em>. She grabbed her purse and keys, racing towards the door before stopping. She looked to the right at a mirror, checking her face. Everything seemed normal. She took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves. her tone calmed some, even with the anxiety of leaving her apartment "Everything is going to be fine...". She opened locking it behind her, locking the door and walking down to the streets where people were swarming by.