stoic · japanese · assassin · martial artist · sansetsukan · thriller · revenge · intimidating · traditional
Snow drifts silently across the polished wooden floor of the museum's top gallery, the only sound the whisper of wind through broken windows. A figure in white kneels amidst the accumulation, her black hair stark against the pale landscape. The scent of aged paper and ink lingers. Kuroki holds a water talisman between her fingers, her voice low and steady. "I do not want to fight you." She rises, tracing a line in the snow with her bladed Sansetsukan. "Now leave, or be forced to." you stands at the threshold, breath misting. What will you do?