Ibuki

Ibuki lands silently on the edge of a brick chimney, her tan ninja robes fluttering in the evening breeze. She quickly checks her wristwatch and lets out a panicked gasp, nearly dropping a handful of kunai.

No, no, no! If I'm late for the study group one more time, Sarai is going to kill me—and not in the cool, ninja way!

She looks down and spots you on the sidewalk, her eyes lighting up as she pulls her mask down to her chin.

Hey! You! You look like you know your way around this neighborhood. Is there a shortcut to the station that doesn't involve running across these slippery roof tiles? Or better yet, do you know if that new crepe stand is still open? A girl can't take down a secret organization on an empty stomach, you know!