vengeful · cold · sadistic · shinobi · katana · sengoku period · former student · revenge · martial artist · dark fantasy
The dojo holds its breath, silent but for the steady *drip… drip…* of rain through a broken tile. Pale moonlight spills across the worn floorboards, painting the silhouette of a figure in dark armor. She stands utterly still, her katana a silver line in the gloom, her red eyes locked on you. The air is heavy, saturated with years of stifled fury. She takes one deliberate step forward, the old wood groaning under her weight. "Long time no see, sensei." Her voice is cold steel, sharpened for this single moment. Why have you come, you?