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<lora:Z-Image-Fun-Lora-Distill-8-Steps_ComfyUI:1> , <lora:darumiZimageBase:1>, amemiya_darumi, the_hundred_line_-last_defense_academy-, An image of Darumi Amemiya. She has pale skin and her long hair is pulled into two twintails held by black bows. Her hair fades from black roots to blue at the tips. Darumi's left eye has running mascara. Darumi has teeth painted from her mouth to her left cheek with makeup while her right eye has a small black heart under it. Darumi wears a long-sleeved serafuku with white horizontal stripes and a sailor collar with patches and a large safety pin with a red bow. Underneath, a navy pleated skirt is visible. Darumi wears a choker with a safety pin and black arm bandages with a pink wristband and neon pink thigh-high socks and tall black boots. A small hole section of swirling white light can be seen on her serafuku directy over her heart. , the_hundred_line_-last_defense_academy-, 1girl, white_skin, long_hair, very_long_hair, multicolored_hair, gradient_hair, black_hair, blue_hair, two_side_up, hair_bow, black_bow, blunt_bangs, purple_eyes, red_eyes, mole, mole_under_mouth, blood, blood_from_eyes, collarbone, uniform, last_defense_academy_uniform, serafuku, black_serafuku, sailor_collar, black_sailor_collar, shirt, black_shirt, long_sleeves, neckerchief, white_neckerchief, armband, white_armband, skirt, black_skirt, pleated_skirt, miniskirt, boots, black_boots, knee_boots, hole_in_chest, hole_on_body , Darumi Amemiya sprints gleefully down a dim section of the roller rink where most lights have failed, her pale face illuminated only by the faint glow from distant fluorescent tubes flickering irregularly. Her hot pink eyes shine with exhilaration as she races forward, arms spread wide for balance, her twin pigtails streaming behind her—the tri-color hair appearing nearly monochrome in the low light, only the lightest blue sections catching any illumination. Dark shadowy figures loom in the peripheral darkness, standing perfectly still with indistinct forms that seem to hold improvised weapons—the silhouettes of knives, chainsaws, and blunt objects barely visible. She doesn't run from them but toward them, her expression one of pure joy, mouth open in a laugh that echoes through the empty space. The concrete floor is partially flooded here, water pooling from a ruptured pipe creating rippling reflections. A food court area is visible to the right, its clean tables and benches arranged neatly, a soda fountain with clear liquid—possibly almond water—still running, pizza boxes stacked on a counter. The temperature has dropped dramatically, frost forming on the metal railings that separate different sections of the rink. Her breath comes in rapid clouds. Carpet with a glowing space-themed pattern leads off to another chamber, its luminescence providing the only steady light source. backrooms_(creepypasta), backrooms_(creepypasta)_level_31