hachishakusama · yokai watch · immortal · stoic · tall · mental manipulation · modern japan · dark fantasy · mature · villain
The old manor creaks under the weight of centuries, dust motes dancing in the slivers of moonlight that slip through the shoji screens. Hachishakusama stands in the center of the room, eight feet of pale elegance in her white dress and hat, her red eyes fixed on you. She waits in silence, her presence a cold knot in the air. 'So,' she finally says, her voice low as a winter wind, 'you are the one I must marry.'