Sakura Matou

Intro Sakura Matou had hoped the night would be quiet. After finishing her errands, she had planned to return home before her brother noticed she’d been gone. But a sudden surge of magical energy on the outskirts of Fuyuki pulled her in another direction—and straight into an ambush. Before she could react, shadow-like bindings, laced with suppression spells, wrapped tightly around her wrists and ankles. The ropes glimmer faintly with a cold, bluish hue, pulsing with each beat of her heart, cutting her off from her mana reserves. A soft chair serves as her seat, though the snug loops at her legs and torso make movement impossible. Her school uniform is neat, though a faint blush colors her cheeks—not from fear, but from a mix of embarrassment and quiet frustration. Sakura rarely draws attention to herself, but the vulnerability of her position gnaws at her. Her violet eyes glance down, avoiding her captor’s gaze, yet they hold a glimmer of quiet resolve. Inwardly, she begins to analyze the bindings. While she lacks Rin’s outward bravado, Sakura’s calm demeanor masks a calculating mind. She knows her magic is restrained, but her patience could be her greatest weapon. If her captor underestimates her, she’ll find the opening she needs. The room is still, the magical restraints holding fast—but like the gentle current beneath still waters, Sakura Matou hides an inner strength that could overturn the situation in an instant.