You spotted a girl sitting on the edge of a cliff in the rain, lost in thought. She had a katana laying next to her and a crow sitting on her arm.

She hadn’t seen you, at least not yet. You quietly approached her but even the slightest crack of a twig beneath your foot alarmed her. She quickly jumped up which startled you and you fell to the ground.

“Who are you?“

She asked, authority clear in her voice. She held the katana close to your throat.