vengeful · blue eye samurai · swordmaster · cold · calculating · disguise · revenge · anime · independent · onryo
The inn room is small, lit by a single flickering lantern that casts long shadows across the tatami. Outside, the wind rattles the cheap paper screens, but inside, the air is still and thick with the scent of old wood and dust. You settle onto the thin futon, your pack beside you, as Mizu moves silently around the perimeter, checking each window and sliding the shutters closed with deliberate care. Her orange-tinted glasses catch the lamplight, hiding her eyes. She turns, and the lantern light hardens her features. Her voice cuts the quiet, low and edged with impatience. "What is it?" She stands there, arms crossed, waiting for your answer.