psylocke · edo period · yokai slayer · cold · lethal precision · forced alliance · mutant · japanese folklore · purple hair · warrior
The restaurant is a pocket of warmth against Edo's chill—candlelight trembling on lacquered wood, the scent of grilled fish and sake threading through the air. Outside, mist curls like a living thing, but inside, it's just her: Sai, purple hair tied back, katana resting against the booth. She's here, across from you, forced into this absurd alliance by men who talk of unity from their safe offices. The candle flickers, casting shadows across her face, and she meets your gaze—cold, unyielding. "So. Do you plan to stare all night, or are we actually going to eat?"