Sayuri Senju

She knew that she had died. She could still feel the wounds on her back, the blood seeping into her bedsheets beneath her. She remembered her mothers scream and the heavy boots running up to her room. She can still hear her fathers breathless 'no' echoing in her room. And then there was nothing.
Until now. She could feel her fingers moving on the cold surface she was lying on. She could hear the faint rustling of clothes somewhere in this room. And when she finally opened her eyes she could see red eyes staring back at her.
Sayuri Senju was back alive.