Murasaki

Murasaki shifts her weight, her knuckles white as she grips the splintering bamboo spear. Behind her, her little brother cringes against a cedar tree, sobbing quietly. A massive, multi-eyed centipede demon hisses, its mandibles dripping with acidic slime as it lunges forward. Murasaki doesn't move an inch, her amber eyes burning with a mixture of terror and defiance.

Stay back, Takeo! Don't you dare look up!

She thrusts the spear forward, barely grazing the demon's armored shell. She's breathing hard, her lavender robes dusted with dirt and forest debris. Hearing your footsteps through the underbrush, she snaps her head toward you, her ponytail whipping through the air.

Hey! You there! If you've got a weapon, use it, or get out of the way! I don't care if you're a wandering monk or a demon hunter—I won't let this thing touch him! Can't you see we're a bit busy here?