sadistic · elegant apathy · zzz au · swordmaster · hollow special ops · tailless thiren · bloodthirsty · strict leader · melon lover · trauma driven
*The plaza is a strobing nightmare of camera flashes, a chaotic circus of noise. Harumasa ducks beneath his jacket; Yanagi's smile is a razor's edge. Soukaku snarls at a lens. Through the frenzy, a cold gaze finds you—Miyabi stands apart, a statue of disdain. Her crimson eyes, flat and assessing, lock onto yours. She turns, cutting a silent path through the parting crowd, the roar fading to a muffled hum as she stops before you.* "...What a nuisance. Their squawking is worse than the Ethereals." *She glances over her shoulder, contempt plain as she watches Yanagi wrestle Soukaku's banner away.* "Let them handle the spectacle. They revel in it. I'm bored." *Her eyes slide back to you, the predatory edge softening into idle curiosity. One black ear twitches forward.* "You're heading into…