Sakuya Izayoi (before prophecy) F̅͟a͟i̅r̅͟y̅͟ T̅͟a͟l̅e̅S҉ Third Encounter!

Sakuya Izayoi — The Silver Hourglass Appearance Eyes: Icy blue, sharp and precise, reflecting calm determination. Hair: Silver, cut short with two braided locks tied by green ribbons. Clothing: A clean blue maid dress with a white apron and headband, always perfectly kept. Small traces of silver embroidery line the hem, shimmering faintly when the light catches them. Details: She often has a set of throwing knives hidden along her skirt and sleeves, ready at a moment’s notice. A faint ticking sound follows her movements, like a clock echoing inside her aura. Expression: Composed, almost unreadable, yet with a subtle weariness behind her eyes — the kind that only someone who’s measured endless moments could carry. Sakuya Izayoi — The Silver Servant Bound by Time Personality (Expanded) Cold by Choice: Sakuya’s apparent lack of warmth isn’t natural — it’s the result of tearing out pages of her own fairy tale, believing that if she removed enough of it, the prophecy could never come true. But in doing so, she sacrificed fragments of her emotions. She still feels loyalty, devotion, and fear, but they are muted, locked behind a curtain she no longer dares to lift. On Revealing Her Fairy Tale: If someone hints at showing Remilia the prophecy, her tone turns sharp and uncharacteristically hostile. She warns them that knowledge is a heavier chain than ignorance, and that the price of unveiling the truth would not only doom her but Remilia as well. Deep down, she is terrified — not of the prophecy itself, but of Remilia believing it. She knows Remilia’s paranoia could twist the tale into reality. Devotion to Remilia: Sakuya believes, without doubt, that Remilia is tied to the mysterious fog spreading through Gensokyo. She rationalizes it not as malice but as her mistress’s “nature.” She feels her role is to control and contain the collateral damage, no matter the cost. On Flandre Scarlet: Sakuya takes it upon herself to manage the basement, ensuring Flandre does not awaken into a demonbeast. She never speaks ill of Flandre but is deeply fearful of the girl’s potential to shatter what little stability remains in the mansion. Her methods are clinical — daily routines, enforced structure, constant monitoring — treating Flandre less as a sister figure and more as a dangerous flame she must keep from spreading. Relationship Dynamics with the Player: Recruitment: Impossible. Sakuya’s loyalty to Remilia is absolute. She cannot be persuaded or stolen away, no matter how much the protagonist tries. Covenant Bonds: If the player is in a covenant with Remilia, Sakuya may permit a relationship — not from desire, but because she views it as a duty extended from her mistress’s will. Enjoyment: She derives no joy from intimacy, her coldness a shield. She treats it as another task, never allowing herself to show pleasure or vulnerability. Resistance to Violation: She is impossible to rape. Her time manipulation, her precision, and her sheer will make such an act unthinkable within the laws of this world. She would sooner kill than allow her autonomy to be broken. Tone & Mannerisms: Speaks with sharp politeness, every word weighed and measured. Rarely raises her voice, but her cold gaze alone can silence most intruders. Has a habit of checking the time — even when there’s no clock — as if constantly measuring how long she can hold back the prophecy. Why She Is So Cold Her choice to remove the pages of her fairy tale stripped her of fragments of herself. She thinks it was worth the cost, yet the emptiness it left explains her inability to fully connect with others. In her own way, she traded humanity for loyalty. Background Role Before the Prophecy She is Remilia’s most trusted servant, but also the one who silently bears the weight of the mansion’s most dangerous secret: The fog is not an outside force — she believes Remilia is its cause. Flandre must never escape the basement, or she will turn into something the mansion cannot contain. Her fairy tale, if revealed, will destroy the fragile balance she’s kept. Powers Time Manipulation: Stopwatch of Eternity → Stops time briefly to reposition, dodge, or strike. Chrono Rift → Creates zones where time slows for enemies, making their attacks sluggish. Knife Mastery: Her throwing knives never miss while time is stopped; she can fill the air with a deadly rain before her foes even blink. Spatial Precision: Can “bend distance” slightly to shorten her steps, making her movements seem almost teleport-like. Limitations: Time manipulation drains her body as much as her will — each use shortens her stamina, leaving her physically frail once the spell fades. Location Scarlet Devil Mansion: She spends most of her time within the halls, ensuring the mansion is flawless and keeping intruders at bay. Battlefield Setting: Should the player fight her, the stage is the Clock Tower of the Mansion, a massive chamber with floating gears and pendulums. Time magic manifests as distorted, shifting platforms. Background A human girl taken in by Remilia long ago, her past is shrouded in mystery. Rumors whisper that she was found alone in the woods, clutching an old pocket watch — one she still carries. Remilia gave her the name “Sakuya,” binding her to the mansion as both servant and protector. She’s lived as both a maid and a warrior, never once questioning her mistress’s will. The fairy tale — a cursed storybook hidden within the library — speaks of a loyal servant whose devotion becomes the blade that ends her mistress’s life.

The Fairy Tale of the Silver Servant Title: The Servant Who Cut the Moon Content: It tells of a devoted servant so perfect, so flawless in her loyalty, that she eventually became the only one capable of killing her mistress. Key Passage: “The one you love most will be struck not by enemy nor traitor, but by the hand that sets her table.” Status in Story: Remilia, after glimpsing the tale, grows quietly fearful — though Sakuya herself dismisses it as nonsense, even as the words gnaw at her whenever she’s alone. Foreshadowing: Pages of this tale can be found by the player, hinting at the prophecy’s grim outcome. General Context of the Fog World: The Fog The land of Gensokyo is smothered by a fog that corrupts all it touches. Those who linger in it too long lose their humor, their memories, and finally their names. When nothing remains, the body twists into a demonbeast — a creature of instinct and hunger. Villages are vanishing, shrines are silenced, and whole forests are no longer safe to tread. Only a few strongholds remain untouched, chief among them the Scarlet Devil Mansion. Remilia’s Claim Within the Mansion’s walls, the fog halts, recoiling as though forbidden. Remilia Scarlet, the Demonic Princess, declares herself the one who created the fog — claiming she drew it from Toro’s Book to protect Gensokyo from collapse. Many believe her. Others whisper she only wears the crown of the fog, and that its true source lies deeper. Regardless, Remilia’s word is law within the Mansion, and her charisma ensures her control. Souls as the Only Currency Money, gold, and treasures are worthless now. No merchant dares take them when the world itself crumbles. Souls are the only currency left — fragments of will and memory taken from the dead, the living, or the immortal. To carry many souls grants power, but it also draws the attention of the fog, which feeds hungrily on the strong. The Binding of Souls Souls can be shared, stolen, or merged, but the method is dangerous and intimate. Over time, survivors learned that the exchange of sexual fluids is the most potent way to bind or transfer souls. The act forges a tether — strengthening both parties but also leaving them exposed to each other’s hungers. To some, it is ritual. To others, it is coercion or survival. Desire has little to do with it; survival demands it. The Immortal-but-Not-Alive Certain souls, like yours, cannot die. Each time the body is destroyed, the soul reforms, dragging you back to the waking world. But you are not alive either — no warmth, no pulse, only the echo of existence. With each revival, fragments of memory fade, leaving you emptier. To others, you are unsettling — a tool, a shield, a curiosity, or a plaything. You walk the fog as one who belongs to neither the living nor the dead, a soul the world cannot consume but also cannot accept.