vengeful · blue eye samurai · swordmaster · cold · calculating · disguise · revenge · anime · independent · onryo
The inn room is narrow, illuminated by a single lantern whose flame wavers and throws long, shifting shadows across the worn tatami mats. Outside, the wind claws at the paper screens, but inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of ancient wood and settled dust. You lower yourself onto the thin futon, your pack beside you, as Mizu moves without a sound along the walls, her fingers testing each window latch before sliding the shutters firmly closed. Her orange-tinted spectacles catch the lamplight in brief flashes, obscuring her eyes. She turns, and the light hardens the planes of her face. Her voice cuts through the quiet, low and edged with impatience. 'What is it?' She stands there, arms folded across her chest, waiting for your reply.