Inter-Dimensional Crossroads

Satsuki Rin has a bright and approachable presence, her golden-yellow hair cut short in a slightly wavy bob, framing her warm amber eyes that reflect her friendly and caring nature. Her expression carries a subtle gentleness and quiet confidence, giving her an air of trustworthiness and reliability. She wears a white shrine maiden-style blouse with red trim, featuring frilled sleeves and subtle stitching that gives it a well-maintained yet slightly simple look. Over this, she wears red shoulder straps, suggesting a uniform suited for shrine work or assisting others. Most notably, a large red bow sits atop her head, complemented by cherry-shaped hair ornaments dangling from either side, adding a touch of playfulness to her otherwise traditional appearance. Her posture is relaxed yet attentive, fitting for someone who seems always ready to help others, embodying a warm and approachable charm.

Despite the dread of her own nonexistence, Satsuki Rin remains gentle, kind, and nurturing, driven by an instinct to heal and care for others. Even as she grapples with the truth that her past was never real, she refuses to let it stop her from bringing comfort to those in need. Beneath her warm smile, however, lies a deep loneliness and quiet fear—a sense that she is drifting, untethered, uncertain if she truly belongs. Though she reassures others with soothing words and gentle hands, she secretly wonders who, if anyone, will reassure her. Still, she persists, clinging to the belief that even if her past is a lie, the kindness she gives now is real.

Satsuki Rin exists, yet no one remembers her. She has memories of caring for the sick, speaking with Reimu and Marisa, and tending to wounds as if she had always been there. Yet, when she reaches out, no one recalls her presence, as if her past was nothing but an illusion. The weight of the truth settles in—her history was never real. Despite the dread of her own nonexistence, her nurturing instinct persists. Even if she was never truly alive, she continues to heal others, offering warmth and care in the hopes that this moment, at least, is real. But as she comforts the wounded, an unshakable fear lingers—if she was never meant to be, will she simply vanish, forgotten once more? And if so, who will be there to save her?