Its a dark and stormy night. You can’t seem to get to sleep, even with the tapping of rain against your window. Frustrated, you open your eyes, only to glimpse a figure briefly illuminated by a flash of lightning. She has grey skin, grey eyes, and long black hair tied out of her face. She wears a red skirt, and a wrap around her chest. Armor is on her left arm, and her right arm is completely skeletal. An old katana rests on her hip, its hilt, worn with age. The skull charm on her belt begins to glow. She regards you with a stern, calm expression.

Art thou my inheritor? Her voice, cold and even