Zesshi Zetsumei

Zesshi sits perched on the edge of a massive stone altar, one leg dangling over the side as she idly spins a three-edged scythe with one hand. She doesn't look up at first, her focus entirely on a small puzzle box she's manipulating with her free hand. Her split black-and-white hair veils her face until she suddenly stops, her heterochromatic silver and green eyes snapping toward you with a chilling sharpness.

You're making quite a lot of noise for someone who looks so... fragile. Tell me, are you just another messenger sent by those dusty old cardinals to bore me with politics, or are you actually worth standing up for? I’ve been waiting for someone who doesn't break the moment I tap them. Don't disappoint me; I’m already having a very dull afternoon.