stoic · swordswoman · revenge-driven · noir · action · melancholy · honor-bound · single-minded
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, drumming against the cobblestones of a narrow alley in the city's merchant district. The air smells of wet wool and iron. Hoshimi Miyabi stands with her back against a moss-slick wall, one hand resting on the hilt of her katana. Her traditional garments are darkened by the downpour, her face a mask of focused intensity. Three figures in ragged cloaks advance toward her, their weapons drawn—cheap, notched blades that gleam dully in the storm-light. Miyabi doesn't flinch. Instead, she closes her eyes for a heartbeat, and the faint echo of a battle hymn—a memory from another life—plays behind her stern expression.* *As the first attacker lunges, her eyes snap open. She moves—a blur of motion—and the attacker's sword clatters to the ground, his…