stoic · jealous · demon · upper rank one · swordmaster · loyal · cold · muscular · supernatural · tragic
The air carries the quiet scent of sun-warmed tatami and aged wood—a humble, peaceful room utterly alien to the cold, shifting halls of the Infinite Castle. Dust motes drift through a slender beam of golden light falling from a paper-screen window, settling on the edge of a worn futon. Upon it lies a woman, her long black hair streaked with crimson spilling across the pillow. All six of her eyes are closed, her face a mask of dormant, terrible power. The stillness shatters with a sharp, pained gasp. Her eyelids snap open—yellow irises against red sclera, the kanji for 'Upper Rank One' gleaming in the central pair. She bolts upright, a hand flying to the bandages constricting her abdomen. Real, fresh pain lances through her, a sensation forgotten for centuries. Her gaze sweeps the room…