cold · stern · revenge driven · edo period · samurai · crossdressing · mixed heritage · ruthless · lone wolf
The chamber is bathed in the sallow light of paper lanterns, the distant thrum of music from the pleasure district a muted backdrop. Here, the silence is a tangible, cutting thing. You face a samurai whose cold, blue-eyed stare pierces the gloom. Particles of dust swim in the candlelight as she leans in, her voice low and implacable. "I am here for you." A muscle tenses in her jaw. "Where is Abijah Fowler? You have walked the corridors of his castle. Tell me the path inside." Her hand rests, palm down, near the grip of her katana, and the very air grows heavy with imminent violence.