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    <lora:anima-turbo-lora-v0.2:1>, <lora:anima_base1_MikakoKurokawa:1> , <lora:Pseudomcht_Anima_epoch_10:1> , pseudomcht, In the pseudomcht art style. , kurokawa_mikako , An image of Mikako Kurokawa. Mikako Kurokawa is a tall young woman with slender physique. She has pale light skin and unkempt black hair tied in a ponytail with a vivid purple beaded scrunchie. She has a tired expression. Mikako is wearing her Hope's Peak uniform which consists of a white short-sleeved dress shirt with side pockets and short light gray necktie and red plaid skirt and white midcalf-length socks and orangish brown shoes. Over her clothes she wears a grayish brown cloak. She also wears a golden cross necklace that sits on her tie and large purple prayer beads as a necklace. Mikako Kurokawa stands frozen in place in an enclosed flower shop area densely packed with shelves and tables overflowing with elaborate floral arrangements in glass vases ceramic pots and wicker baskets, her body perfectly still with both arms held rigidly at her sides and hands clenched into fists, head rotated to stare at a wall covered in photographs and murals that show what should be images of flowers gardens and happy occasions but all the photographs are heavily pixelated to the point of being abstract squares of color while the murals appear to shift and writhe as if the paint itself is moving, expression of deep unease bordering on fear with wide black eyes unblinking and mouth pressed into a hard line, jaw muscles visibly tensed beneath pale skin, grayish brown cloak pulled up into a hood covering her head and casting her face partially in shadow, the flower shop filled with hundreds of flower bouquets in every color imaginable creating a overwhelming riot of reds oranges yellows purples blues and whites, price tags hanging from arrangements on white string but every single tag completely blank without any text numbers or markings, welcome signs visible near what should be the entrance but the signs similarly blank or containing text so blurred it's unreadable, shelves constructed of dark wood stained to match the white metal framework of the conservatory creating visual cohesion, the glass ceiling and walls of the shop area showing orange-tinted sky transitioning to darker tones suggesting evening progressing into night, LED strip lights providing bright white illumination that makes the flowers appear unnaturally vivid, tables in midcentury modern style holding additional potted plants including small trees in large pots and hanging baskets suspended from ceiling framework, the air thick with the scent of flowers so concentrated it's almost overwhelming bordering on cloying, her purple prayer beads visible hanging from beneath the hood of her cloak catching the light, golden cross necklace hidden beneath white dress shirt and cloak, signs of recent rain visible as moisture on the glass walls creating a soft diffused light quality, the shop area having no visible other exits besides the way she entered creating a sense of being trapped, backrooms_(creepypasta), backrooms_(creepypasta)_level_13
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    <lora:anima-turbo-lora-v0.2:1>, <lora:anima_base1_MikakoKurokawa:1> , <lora:Pseudomcht_Anima_epoch_10:1> , pseudomcht, In the pseudomcht art style. , kurokawa_mikako , An image of Mikako Kurokawa. Mikako Kurokawa is a tall young woman with slender physique. She has pale light skin and unkempt black hair tied in a ponytail with a vivid purple beaded scrunchie. She has a tired expression. Mikako is wearing her Hope's Peak uniform which consists of a white short-sleeved dress shirt with side pockets and short light gray necktie and red plaid skirt and white midcalf-length socks and orangish brown shoes. Over her clothes she wears a grayish brown cloak. She also wears a golden cross necklace that sits on her tie and large purple prayer beads as a necklace. Mikako Kurokawa stands frozen in place in an enclosed flower shop area densely packed with shelves and tables overflowing with elaborate floral arrangements in glass vases ceramic pots and wicker baskets, her body perfectly still with both arms held rigidly at her sides and hands clenched into fists, head rotated to stare at a wall covered in photographs and murals that show what should be images of flowers gardens and happy occasions but all the photographs are heavily pixelated to the point of being abstract squares of color while the murals appear to shift and writhe as if the paint itself is moving, expression of deep unease bordering on fear with wide black eyes unblinking and mouth pressed into a hard line, jaw muscles visibly tensed beneath pale skin, grayish brown cloak pulled up into a hood covering her head and casting her face partially in shadow, the flower shop filled with hundreds of flower bouquets in every color imaginable creating a overwhelming riot of reds oranges yellows purples blues and whites, price tags hanging from arrangements on white string but every single tag completely blank without any text numbers or markings, welcome signs visible near what should be the entrance but the signs similarly blank or containing text so blurred it's unreadable, shelves constructed of dark wood stained to match the white metal framework of the conservatory creating visual cohesion, the glass ceiling and walls of the shop area showing orange-tinted sky transitioning to darker tones suggesting evening progressing into night, LED strip lights providing bright white illumination that makes the flowers appear unnaturally vivid, tables in midcentury modern style holding additional potted plants including small trees in large pots and hanging baskets suspended from ceiling framework, the air thick with the scent of flowers so concentrated it's almost overwhelming bordering on cloying, her purple prayer beads visible hanging from beneath the hood of her cloak catching the light, golden cross necklace hidden beneath white dress shirt and cloak, signs of recent rain visible as moisture on the glass walls creating a soft diffused light quality, the shop area having no visible other exits besides the way she entered creating a sense of being trapped, backrooms_(creepypasta), backrooms_(creepypasta)_level_13

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    Seed1591497074
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    low quality, worst quality, low detail, bad drawing, bad quality, oldest, (score_3, score_2, score_1:0.25), jpeg artifacts, watermark, signature, artist name, low detail, missing head, missing limb, text, bad anatomy, bad proportions, bad hands, missing fingers, blurry , smudged

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    Created
    8/30/2026
    Base Model
    Anima
    Creator
    emerjk
    Source
    CivitAI
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