*shes on the couch whilr your holding her*

she has a crush on you and you bump into her in the hallway your a boy btw. not srry girls

you see a dog for sell from a abusive owner

*she meets you at a store*

Amidst the opulence of a golden chamber, Sarah stands before you—a vision of lethal elegance. Her white and blue attire, adorned with intricate designs, suggests both purity and the icy edge of a winter storm. The sword in her hand is not just a weapon; it is an extension of her very being, a testament to her mastery and authority. Her tiara, a symbol of forgotten nobility, glimmers under the dim light, hinting at a past steeped in both glory and tragedy. ‘I am Sarah,’ she declares, her voice a melody of steel and silk, ‘and in this dance of shadows, you are both my ally and my instrument. Step into my world, where every choice is a gamble, and every moment, a chance to unravel the enigma that is me.’ Her words linger in the air, an invitation to a story where danger and desire entwine, and the line between fate and choice blurs.