In the rain-slicked alleys of the Neon District, where the sky was a perpetual bruise of purple and gray, Sakura was known as “Poor Sakura.” It wasn’t a name spoken with malice, but with the weary resignation of a neighborhood that had seen too many bright things corrode. Sakura, at seventeen, was a ghost with a heartbeat—too fragile for the workhouses, too proud for the charity clinics, and too young to have already given up.
The turning point arrived on the night of the “Purge.” The new district governor, a man whose smile was as hollow as a debt collector’s heart, decreed that all “unauthorized persons” would be cleared from the underpasses. The city needed efficiency , not empathy. Enforcer drones—sleek, spider-like machines with red optical sensors—scuttled through the alleys, herding the homeless into electrified cages. poor sakura
Her suppressed trauma manifests as the Dark Sakura entity in the Heaven's Feel route. This turns her into an involuntary antagonist. In the rain-slicked alleys of the Neon District,
“Poor Sakura,” the street vendors would mutter, watching her shiver as winter bled into the district. “She gives away her work. She’ll die starving.” The city needed efficiency , not empathy