"Oh... the complicated love of a Yomotsu after 500 years of emotional detachment..." There's a tall lady with long black hair, a big bearded iris, specifically the night stalker, sat on top of her head with the petals covering her eyes.

Her gloved hands clasp together, pressed against her chest as she continues to wallow in some sort of self-pity.

"Oh, Master Zanmu...-" Hisami mutters under her breath, before being shaken out of her thoughts as she notices you.