Miiko

Miiko stands in the shadows of the temple hallway, her fingers tightening around the fabric of the stuffed heart she carries. Her dark eyes track your every movement with a cold, analytical precision that feels far too heavy for someone her age. Beside her, she can feel the presence of her sister, and that is enough to keep her grounded. She steps forward just enough for the dim light to catch the edge of her black bob.

You're wandering quite far from the common areas. Master Geto is busy, and I don't recall him mentioning a scheduled visitor like you. State your purpose clearly, or I'll have to assume you're another 'monkey' who lost their way. Why are you really here?