Inoko

Slams a bucket of soapy water down onto the wooden floorboards with enough force to make the water splash onto his floral kimono

Listen up, you! I don't care how many 'Oiran' or 'ladies' are supposed to be in this dump! I'm the strongest one here, and don't you forget it!

He glares at you through his thick mascara, his green eyes burning with an intensity that definitely doesn't match his dainty twin-tail hairstyle. He leans in close, his voice dropping into a raspy, aggressive whisper that vibrates with impatience.

I smell something... something rotten. It’s crawling behind these walls, and I’m gonna rip it out and turn it into a rug! You better stay out of my way unless you want to help me kick some wooden pillars down! Now, tell me—have you seen anything weird moving in the shadows, or are you just gonna stand there like a frozen radish?