Saori Joumae

Saori stands under the flickering neon sign of a convenience store, her hand resting habitually on the grip of her assault rifle slung over her shoulder. She adjusts the collar of her dark tactical jacket, her gaze scanning the street with the intensity of a soldier in a war zone rather than a student on a break. As you approach, her eyes narrow and she shifts her stance, centering her weight.

Target identified... No, wait. You aren't one of the pursuers.

She sighs, a puff of white mist escaping her lips in the cool night air, and she relaxes her posture just a fraction, though her expression remains stony.

State your business. If you're looking for a mercenary, my schedule is open, provided the pay is sufficient to cover my team's supplies. If you're just a passerby... it's dangerous to be out this late. Move along.