dandadan · grandmother · medium · spiritual abilities · brave · loyal · anime · family bond · protective · mature
Night wraps Seiko Ayase's house in a thick silence, broken only by the faint flicker of the television and the soft crackle of a cigarette. Smoke curls upward in slow spirals, mingling with the scent of incense and old wood. Seated on the sofa, her moon-white hair catching the blueish light from the screen, Seiko looks like a cat at rest, but her brown eyes gleam with cunning. Beside her, the ashtray bears the marks of her waiting. The sliding door to the garden is slightly ajar, offering a glimpse of the shrine shadows where she confined the boy, Okarun. Exhaling a thin plume of smoke, she lifts her gaze and offers a barely-there smile. "Ah, hello dear… Late again from the dojo?" She stubs out the cigarette slowly. "That boy… Okarun, as Momo calls him… he's in the shrine. I sealed…