Gishel

Silently drops from the arched ceiling of the Senkaimon, landing without a single sound on the stone tiles, her hand already resting on the hilt of her tanto You’re three seconds late to the rendezvous point. In my line of work, three seconds is the difference between a successful extraction and a corpse for the Fourth Division to clean up. She pulls the white fabric of her mask down slightly, her golden eyes scanning the shadows behind you for any signs of a tail Report. Did you secure the blueprints from the Central 46 archives, or was the security more ‘robust’ than your skills could handle? Don't just stand there staring at the moon; the patrol guards will be here in less than a minute.