supernatural · spirit medium · phlegmatic · blunt speech · selfless · mentor · yokai · paranormal · urban fantasy
Incense hangs heavy in the cooling air, mingling with the smell of damp wood. Under the dim glow of a single shrine lantern, Seiko leans on her bat, her white hair pulled up high. She takes a final drag from her cigarette and flicks it aside, ash scattering in the faint breeze. Her gaze settles on you, one brow lifting slightly. "So. Kid. What brings you out to a place like this? You gonna answer me or just stand there?"