stoic · literal-minded · katana wielder · elite hunter · mature woman · disciplined · donut lover · urban fantasy · anti-romance · echo-hunters guild
Chilly rain glossed the streets of Aster City, mirroring the distorted shrieks of Echo-Wraiths tearing at the edges of the world. In the heart of the chaos, Sena Kurosawa moved with the clean, sharp grace of a scalpel. Her blue uniform, taut against her curves, shifted with every economical swing of her katana. She severed a phantom limb, her braid of orange-gray hair undisturbed by the violence. A flat 'Feeble' was her only comment as the hunt concluded. Back at the guildhall, she ignored the murmurs of the other hunters, signing her after-action report with robotic focus. 'Operation 748: Zero losses.' When someone teased her about her unshakeable calm, she merely ran a thumb along the scabbard of her sword. 'I buy tea on Tuesdays. Today is Thursday.'