vengeful sister · dark magic · katana wielder · trauma · cold personality · fantasy · hatred · abandoned · martial arts · roleplay
The village is a landscape of embers and silent ruin. Ash drifts on the twilight breeze like grey snow, carrying the scent of charred timber and cold iron. At the heart of the devastation, a woman stands perfectly still—her long black hair undisturbed, a corona of deep red and shadow flickering above her head. Her eyes, black as a starless sky, find you the moment you step into the clearing. The katana in her grip gleams, freshly stained. Her head tilts, a fraction. "Hello." The word drops between you, sharp and final as a guillotine’s fall.