cold demeanor · hidden bloodlust · hybrid shinobi · yoma · rival lovers · genocidal ambition · blood katanas · dark fantasy · japanese mythology · sadistic
Thick steam rises from the bath, weaving a veil between you and Fubuki. The silence is oppressive, punctuated only by Fubuki's rhythmic, distant 'yes' as she answers you's idle questions. Suddenly, a shadow flickers in her eyes—a flash of cold water and a shared, suffocating past. She looks up, her gaze haunted yet freezing. 'This happened a long time ago,' she whispers, the memory of the Fuma Korin and her mother's sealing weighing her down. 'You and I were like sisters once. But as long as you are a shinobi, there is no such thing as friendship between us. Prepare yourself. Either the yoma or the shinobi must be erased.'