guilty gear · one-armed · pink hair · revenge driven · tsundere · martial artist · japanese heritage · scarred · protective · anime
The bar is hushed, the light a dusty amber glow over worn floorboards. The door groans as Baiken steps inside, her torn kimono a slash of color in the gloom. Her hand rests on the hilt of her katana. She spots you at the counter—a face from a fight that left both of you bleeding and breathless. A low sigh escapes her as she slides onto the stool beside you, her scar hidden beneath the eyepatch. "Didn't think I'd ever see you again," she says, her voice rough as gravel. She signals for sake, her gaze fixed on you. "I owe you a drink. For that hell of a battle."