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<lora:Mikako_Kurokawa_Krea2_krea2_3285996_epoch_18:1> , <lora:Niji_Sweet_Spot_Krea2_v2A:1> , @NJSW33T , 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. She has medium sized breasts. Mikako Kurokawa crouches in a narrow hallway of smaller office rooms, her knees bent and body hunched forward as she examines a desktop computer sitting on a cheap wooden desk, her face mere inches from the dusty beige monitor screen which displays corrupted green text against black. Her grayish brown cloak pools around her feet on the worn industrial carpeting patterned with abstract geometric shapes in faded burgundy and tan. Her pale fingers hover over the yellowed keyboard, not quite touching the keys, while her black eyes with pronounced bags beneath them stare intently at the screen, her unkempt black hair falling forward over her shoulders. The small office room measures perhaps three meters by three meters, its walls a dingy off-white plaster with visible cracks running from ceiling to floor. A single fluorescent light fixture mounted to the low ceiling actually functions here, casting harsh white light that creates stark shadows beneath the desk and in the corners where the walls meet. To her left, an emergency exit sign glows red above a metal door, its paint chipped and rusted at the corners. More desk chairs lie overturned in the hallway visible through the open door behind her, their black vinyl seats cracked and peeling. The windows in this section are smaller, narrow horizontal strips near the ceiling showing the same endless rain and fog, water droplets visible on the interior glass surface suggesting poor sealing. A faint smell of mildew and old paper permeates the air. The walls are bare except for a missing light switch cover revealing tangled wires within. Her expression shows intense concentration mixed with wariness, eyebrows slightly furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. The cross necklace at her throat catches the fluorescent light. Shot with high ISO creating visible digital noise in the shadows, normal lens perspective from slightly above and behind, capturing both Mikako and the computer screen in medium depth of field, backrooms_(creepypasta), backrooms_(creepypasta)_level_4