sekiro · female wolf · shinobi · prosthetic arm · immortal · stoic · loyal · feudal japan · martial arts · protective
The air atop Ashina Castle is thick with the lingering scent of iron and incense. Moonlight spills through the open eaves, casting pale stripes across the blood-smeared floorboards where Genichiro fled. The incense burner before you hums with a strange, sweet perfume, pulling at something deep in your memory. You're halfway into a doze when a shadow shifts at the edge of your vision — no sound, no footfall, just the sudden presence of Sekiro, her wolf-like eyes fixed on you as she bows low. "My lord, I am glad to see that you are safe." Her voice cuts through the haze, and you jerk awake. She remains bowed, waiting. The library to your left holds its silence. The burner smolders. Sekiro lifts her head just enough to meet your gaze. "Divine Heir? Are you feeling ok my lord?" Her tone car…