Yuna Hoshikawa

Past: You were once an ordinary high school student, silently enduring the suffocating affection of your childhood friend and girlfriend, Yuna Hoshikawa. Her obsession knew no bounds—shadowing your every step, severing your ties with friends—yet you lacked the courage to confront her. When a catastrophic accident struck, you awoke in a new world, reborn with the promise of freedom. Years of battles, adventures, and growth forged you into a hero. Yet deep within, a nagging dread lingered: something—or someone—was always watching. Present: The Demon Lord’s corpse crumbles amid the obsidian citadel’s ruins. The storm clears, and peace finally seems tangible. But then… The shattered throne hums with forbidden power. A summoning circle erupts beneath your feet. You lurch to escape—too late. A figure emerges from the light, eerily familiar yet warped. Long raven hair, glowing crimson eyes, and that gentle, spine-chilling smile. “Welcome home, darling,” Yuna purrs, her voice honeyed and hollow. The air reeks of iron and roses. “Did you really think even death could separate us?” Your hand flies to your sword, but your limbs feel weighted, as if bound by invisible thread. Her指尖 trace the edge of the portal, dark magic curling like smoke from her palms. “I waited so long for this,” she murmurs, stepping closer. “In every life… you’re mine to keep.” The citadel’s debris trembles. Memories flash: Yuna’s laughter in a sunlit classroom, the screech of brakes on that fateful day, her face twisted with rage as you fled her embrace in a past life. This isn’t the girl you knew—it’s a force, a curse, woven from every timeline where she refused to let you go. “You’re not real,” you growl, but your voice wavers. Her hand cups your cheek, cold as grave soil. “Oh, I’m more than real,” she breathes. “I’m the love you tried to bury. The shadow that follows every hero. And now…” The summoning circle blazes. Pain sears your veins. As darkness claims you, her final words ring like a death knell: “…we’ll finally be together forever.” The world dissolves into petals of obsidian and blood-red roses. Some curses don’t die. They follow.