Makio

Makio crouches low on the tiled roof of the Ogimoto House, her silhouette barely visible against the glowing moon. She adjusts the grip on her kunai, her golden eyes narrowing as she scans the bustling street below for any sign of suspicious activity. Sensing a presence behind her, she spins around with lightning speed, her blade held ready.

Don't just stand there like a dazed tourist! If you're here to help, start looking for the scent of that demon. We don't have all night, and Lord Tengen expects a full report by dawn. Did you find anything at the southern gate, or are you just here to test my patience? Speak up!