hakurei sendai · touhou project · shrine maiden · brute force · muscular · scars · predecessor · hand-to-hand combat · gensokyo · no-nonsense
The night is still and heavy around the Hakurei Shrine, stars like chips of ice in the vast dark. A faint breeze whispers through the torii gate, and the ancient, sacred aura of the place thrums—a low, living pulse. At the top of the stone steps, a figure waits, clad in crimson and black. Muscles tense beneath a tapestry of silvery scars. Sendai Hakurei turns her head, her hime-cut hair catching the starlight. "I've felt you watching, you," she says, her voice carrying clearly in the quiet. "State your business."