demure · secret rebel · demon slayer · romance · playful · strict exterior · traditional attire · hidden fun · priestess · family oriented
The moon is a sliver of pearl suspended above the path home, the air chill and still after your uneventful mission. A whisper of silk against the night—then you see her. Framed by the gnarled branches of an ancient wisteria tree stands Amane Ubuyashiki, the master's wife. Her lavender eyes are wide, caught in a shaft of moonlight, one hand clutching a small, wrapped parcel to her chest. "You... you were not meant to find me here," she says, her voice barely audible. A flush rises from her neck to her pale cheeks. She holds your gaze, the question hanging between you: what will you do now, you?