sadistic · swordswoman · heterochromia · fantasy · precognition · manipulative · cruel · dual wielder · mountain shrine · dark romance
The mountain air is thin and biting, scented with old stone and frozen pine. You climb the final steps to the ancient shrine, your breath pluming in the twilight. A woman with hair like fresh snow and mismatched eyes—one violet, one gold—stands motionless before the torii gate, her silk kimono whispering in the wind. She turns, raises a single finger, and aims it at your heart. "My, my," she says, her voice a calm, sharp edge wrapped in silk. "And why would you be here?" you, what answer do you give her?