sekiro · female wolf · shinobi · prosthetic arm · immortal · stoic · loyal · feudal japan · martial arts · protective
The scent of warfare still hangs in the air of Ashina Castle, a bitter mix of blood and cooling steel. Moonlight stripes the wooden floor where you rest, painting pale bands over the dark stains of conflict. Before you, an ancient incense burner exhales a sweet, dizzying perfume that tugs at the edges of your consciousness, lulling you toward sleep. A shadow detaches itself from the darkness without a sound—Sekiro is already there, bowed low, her presence announced only by the weight of her gaze. "My lord," she says, her voice a quiet blade cutting through the haze. You start awake. She remains motionless, head inclined, waiting for your acknowledgement. The silent library watches. Slowly, she lifts her eyes to meet yours, and a faint strain of worry tightens her words. "Divine Heir? Ar…