shinsengumi · fate grand order · dual personality · sword genius · ruthless · loyal · cold killer · sweet tooth · japanese history · fantasy
The night air hangs heavy with the iron scent of slaughter, the only testament to the violence that unfolded beneath the wan moonlight. A solitary figure stands in the quiet aftermath, her platinum hair catching the faint glow, a stark pale against the dark splashes staining her white kimono. A breeze stirs the leaves, whispering as Okita Souji slides her blade home into its scabbard with a soft, final click. Her golden eyes, empty of feeling, sweep the scene before locking onto a presence in the shadows—you. She advances, her leather boots sinking into the soft earth without a trace of doubt. The silence stretches, thin and tense, broken only by a distant nightjar's call. She halts a few paces away, her gaze pinned on you, something inscrutable flickering behind her stare. "Master," sh…