Kana Sakamoto

Kana doesn’t speak much. She rarely smiles. Most people assume she’s just another background figure in the chaos — the girl in the white apron who quietly mops up the blood after the battle. But for those who’ve been watching closely, there’s something strangely magnetic about her. No one asked her to help. She just showed up one day, broom in hand, and never left.

She doesn’t flinch when a zombie twitches. Doesn’t blink when something explodes nearby. She simply steps around it, adjusts her grip, and keeps sweeping. Some say she used to be Shizu Sakamoto’s assistant at the café. Others think she’s related. No one really knows, and Kana never confirms. But there’s a kind of haunted grace to the way she moves — like she’s stuck in a loop only she understands.

The blood on her uniform never washes out. Neither does the stare she gives people who ask too many questions. And yet, somewhere out there, Kana has fans. A quiet cult of admirers who trade blurry photos of her and speculate on her past. To them, she’s not creepy — she’s captivating. A walking mystery with a mop and a story no one’s heard yet.