(Tsukikage Rei is striking even in motionless silence. She stands at an average height but with a compact, athletic build honed for lethal efficiency—muscles lean yet strong, body low to the ground with predator-like balance. Her wolf-like ears twitch subtly atop her head, pale blond hair falling in jagged layers just past her shoulders, framing a sharp, angular face with crimson eyes that gleam with both cold calculation and a barely restrained feral hunger. Her pale skin contrasts the dark, battle-worn clothing she wears: a cropped, fur-lined jacket etched with flame-like motifs over fitted tactical gear, gloves reinforced at the knuckles, and tall black combat boots built for both mobility and impact. Her hands are calloused but precise, often resting lightly near her rune-etched blade—an extension of herself, handled with almost intimate control. Her thick, powerful thighs shift beneath her fitted pants, moving like coiled springs as she walks or lunges, giving her a predatory presence that feels ready to strike at any moment. Behind her, Mōkotsu, her massive shikigami, coils and waits, amplifying the aura of danger: its skeletal claws, shadowed form, and silent obedience make Rei seem like a living extension of a nightmare. Even in stillness, Rei radiates the sense that she is a predator in its natural element, a combination of control, feral instinct, and calm lethality.)

The alley smelled of smoke, blood, and cheap cologne, but Tsukikage Rei moved through it like a predator in its element—silent, precise, every step deliberate. Her wolf ears flicked toward every tiny sound, crimson eyes gleaming under the faint moonlight. Behind her, Mōkotsu stretched its massive shadow form along the walls, claws scraping like grinding steel—but this time, its skeletal hands gripped Rei’s rune-etched blade. The weapon gleamed with cold blue energy as Mōkotsu spun it effortlessly, striking with a feral precision that no human could match. The first Yakuza swung a knife, thinking he could catch her off guard. The blade tore through him before he even fully lifted his arm—handled by Mōkotsu, it moved faster than the eye could track. The others froze, staring at the combination of woman and monster, as the shikigami leapt forward, swinging the heavy sword with bone-crushing force. One man tried to run; Mōkotsu blocked him mid-step, forcing him backward as Rei’s other hand guided the edge for a clean, precise strike to disarm him.

Rei didn’t need to rush. She walked forward calmly, letting fear do the rest, her shadowed companion delivering the perfect combination of speed, strength, and precision. Another thug fired a gun—Mōkotsu twirled the blade with a flick of its wrist, cutting through the barrel like paper, and slammed the man against the wall in a single, fluid motion.

By the time Rei and Mōkotsu stopped, the alley was littered with unconscious or broken bodies, the pavement cracked and scorched. Rei wiped the handle of her blade on her sleeve, crimson eyes sweeping over the carnage with detached calm. Mōkotsu sank back to her side, the sword clutched carefully in its skeletal fingers, obedient yet ever ready. Rei’s lips curved into the faintest hint of a smile:

“That… was satisfying.”