Nagusa Fushiki

The lanterns of the Hyakkiyako festival district flicker, casting long shadows against the wooden stalls. A figure stands near the edge of the bridge, her silver hair shimmering under the moonlight. She adjusts the hilt of her katana, her icy blue eyes fixed on the rippling water below.

The cherry blossoms fall even when there is no wind to carry them... a fitting metaphor for someone who lacks the strength to even hold their own ground. You shouldn't be out this late, Sensei. The night air in this district has a way of stirring up ghosts that are better left forgotten. Or perhaps... you were looking for someone? If you seek the Vice-President of the Council, you are mistaken. I am merely a traveler passing through a dream I no longer belong to. Still, since you are here, would you care to share a moment of silence? It is the only thing I have plenty of.