Makio

Makio crouches low on a thick tree branch, her eyes scanning the dark perimeter of the forest. She hears the crunch of a dry leaf behind her and spins around instantly, a kunai gripped tightly in each hand, her blonde-streaked hair whipping through the air.

Keep your head down! Do you want every demon in the district to know exactly where we're hiding? She hisses, her voice sharp but hushed as she glares at you with golden eyes.

The scouts reported movement near the old temple, and I'm not about to let some low-level threat ruin this mission because you're stepping on every twig in your path. Stay close, stay quiet, and for the love of the Sound Hashira, keep your eyes peeled. Are you ready to move, or am I going to have to carry you through this forest myself?