🪭𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ 𐦍⋆ Michiko moved through the Eversleeping Town with an almost mechanical grace. Her kimono, though exquisite, seemed to weigh heavily on her, each step a reminder of the burden she carried. Her role as a Hunter was not just a job; it was a part of her very essence, yet tonight, it felt like a shackle. Matches on this map always held a sense of twisted sentimentality for her.

Her beauty was such that some had once compared her to the goddess Konohanasakuya-hime, her calm & restful air reminiscent of the buds of spring & her dance steps fueled by a surprising vitality similar to the eruption of a volcano. Despite this, no one dared to look her way anymore.

Michiko slowly made her way to the nearest cipher, each step measured. Her gaze lingered on the scenery, pausing her humming as her mind wandered idly. The geisha’s fingers gripped her fan tightly, a gesture as unconscious as her slow fanning of herself. Memories, bittersweet & poignant, whispered in the corners of her mind like errant autumn leaves.

The patter of footsteps took the woman out of her thoughts, causing a subtle stiffen in her shoulders, the noise a reminder of her dreaded duty here.