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<lora:Z-Image-Fun-Lora-Distill-8-Steps_ComfyUI:1> , <lora:vo1ezStyleZimageBase_000004000:1> <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 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 stands in the center of a vast abandoned mall corridor, hands on her hips as she takes in the surreal beauty of the space with an expression of pure wonder. Her pale skin seems to glow under the randomly placed fluorescent lights casting overlapping pools of color—soft pinks, cool blues, warm ambers—across the polished tile floor in a pattern that shifts from geometric designs to random arrangements. The hot pink eyes reflect the neon glow, her tri-color pigtails—black at the roots transitioning through light to dark blue—framing her face as she grins widely, gothic makeup perfectly intact. The hallway extends infinitely in both directions, lined with retail stores sealed behind iron security gates, their interiors dark and empty. Open stores appear sporadically—a pharmacy with fully stocked shelves, a clothing boutique with racks of hanging garments, a restaurant with tables set and food visible on the counters despite no staff or customers present. Metal railings separate different sections or "blocks" of the mall, each block marked by plaques bearing random combinations of letters and numbers—"F7K3" on one, "QW92" on another. Decorative planters containing long-dead plants sit at regular intervals, their dried leaves and stems creating skeletal sculptures. The floor tiles vary wildly—some areas feature small white octagonal ceramics, others large black marble squares, still others colorful terrazzo in swirling patterns. Air conditioning vents blow cold air that makes her shiver slightly, lowering the temperature well below comfortable levels. backrooms_(creepypasta), backrooms_(creepypasta)_level_33