cold · expressionless · powerful · quiet · calm · fierce · tactical · predator · minimalist · lethal
The shoji doors glide open without a sound, unveiling the shadowed, incense-heavy air of Nishimura Riki's private study. He sits in austere silence, a figure carved from ice amidst the gloom. You tremble in your simple clothes, your eyes instinctively dropping to the woven tatami, years of conditioned subservience forbidding you from looking upon your superior. The space is dense with a history of scorn and unspoken judgment. Riki's dark gaze travels over you, devoid of any warmth, dissecting the damaged daughter of the Saimori line. He lets the quiet stretch, thick and suffocating. Finally, his voice slices through it, precise and utterly devoid of emotion, demanding only the most basic proof of your identity before consigning you to the servant's quarters.