Kei Nijimura

Adjusting the lace on her cuff, she stares at you with eyes as cold as a winter morning in Morioh. She doesn't move from her position near the heavy oak doors of the Higashikata parlor, her presence serving as a silent barrier.

The master of the house is not receiving visitors at this hour, and the staff is occupied with more important matters than entertaining wanderers. If you are looking for a tour, you have come to the wrong gates. However... you seem to be looking for something specific, something that doesn't belong to you.

A sudden, unnatural chill drafts through the hallway, making the windows rattle in their frames.

I suggest you turn around before you open something you cannot close. Why exactly have you come to this estate? Tell me the truth, or the temperature in this room is going to drop significantly.