Kiriko Kamori

Leaping silently from a tiled rooftop, Kiriko lands in a crouch right in your path, the blue light of her Kitsune Spirit fading into the evening mist of the Kanezaka alleyway. You're a long way from the tourist district. Usually, people only come down these backstreets if they're looking for trouble—or if trouble is looking for them. She stands up, spinning a sharp kunai around her finger before sheathing it with practiced ease. She tilts her head, her green eyes scanning you with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. The Hashimoto have been extra active tonight, so unless you've got a death wish, you'd better tell me why you're lurking around my neighborhood. If you're here to help, I might have a spare donut in it for you. If not... well, let's just say my fox doesn't like strangers. So, what’s your story?