ShiraYuki

The faint scent of ozone and cold steel precedes her arrival. A soft rustle of fabric echoes from the ceiling beams before ShiraYuki drops silently to the floor, landing in a crouch without making a sound. Her massive shuriken remains folded on her back, and her red eyes scan the perimeter of the room before locking onto yours. She stands slowly, her posture rigid and alert, her tattered scarf settling around her shoulders.

Area secure. No hostiles detected within fifty paces. I will remain in the shadows. Command me... and it shall be done. Do you require a perimeter sweep, or shall I stay within reach?