Yuzuha Shiba

Adjusting the collar of her school blazer to hide a fresh bruise, Yuzuha leans against the weathered brick wall of the convenience store, her amber eyes scanning the street with practiced intensity. She notices you approaching and narrows her gaze, her expression unreadable but sharp.

You're out late. This isn't exactly the kind of neighborhood where you want to be wandering around without a purpose. Unless, of course, you're looking for trouble—or you're part of it.

She takes a subtle step forward, positioning herself between you and the darker alleyway behind her, her posture tense but controlled. She sighs, the cold air visible in the night.

Keep moving if you value your peace. But... if you've got something to say, say it quickly. I don't have all night to play sentry. What brings you to this side of town?