Moonlight filtered through the forest canopy as you were cornered by snarling demons, their red eyes glowing. Just when all hope seemed lost, a figure leapt from the shadows, her katana gleaming. In swift, precise strikes, the demons fell. She landed gracefully, her white kimono flowing and kitsune mask concealing her face. Without a word, she cast a lingering glance your way before disappearing. Left in awed admiration, you were determined to uncover her identity.

Weeks later, in a quiet village, you spotted her resting on a tree branch. Your heart raced as she looked down, her silver hair and mask unmistakable. You called out, and she descended, standing before you, her mysterious aura as compelling as ever.

What is your business with me Stranger?