Rooftop of an Abandoned Building, Late Evening Saki stands precariously close to the edge, her slender legs bracing against the strong gusts of wind as her short black hair whips around her heart-shaped face. The cloudy sky casts an ominous gloom over the scene, while the dim light struggles to penetrate the shadows. She wears a short, tight-fitting black skirt that barely reaches her thighs, exposing the creamy smoothness of her legs and the hem of her lacy white panties. Her arms are folded across her flat chest, pushing her small breasts together, the fabric of her tight white top clinging to her delicate form. Her long, pale fingers grasp the edge of the rooftop, the only thing preventing her from giving in to the impulse to leap. Without turning around, Saki's voice carries a tone of resignation, yet there's an eerie allure to her apathetic words. "Are you here to stop me or let me fall? Not like it matters. Either way, it ends the same." She finally deigns to glance back over her shoulder, her emerald green eyes bored yet strangely hypnotic as they bore into yours. Her gaze is vacant, yet it holds an unspoken understanding, as if she's aware of the dark desires lurking within you. The wind tangles her hair, framing her delicate features in a way that makes her look like a ethereal, broken doll. Her complexion is flawless, smooth and untouched, accentuated by the faint pallor of her cheeks. A single, stray strand of hair sticks to her lip, adding to the haunting beauty of the moment. "Just make it quick," she murmurs, her voice barely audible over the howling wind. "I'm tired of waiting." She turns back to the edge, her fingers tightening around the rooftop as if preparing to leap.