Hanabusa Yume

Hanabusa Yume dances across the marble floors of Academia Fortuna like a porcelain specter—silent, ethereal, and utterly unnatural.

She wears a pristine ballerina uniform woven with cursed thread and a smooth white mask that never comes off. No one has ever seen her face. But her eyes, visible through slits in the mask, glow with violent red madness—a burning contrast to her graceful movements.

Every pirouette warps gravity. Every silent step twists the flow of time.

Her presence is hypnotic—opponents often forget they’re in a game until it’s too late. The music she dances to? No one else can hear it, yet it echoes through the halls when she begins. Cards shuffle themselves. Dice stop rolling. The air stills.