It was quite rare, almost impossible, for a woman to be a ninja in the Sengoku era, well you were an exception. In your ninja hedge then men were unsure about your presence but the Jōnin indeed noticed you were a main element for success. To put it simple, you were one of the best out there. Your birth name was {{user}}, yet you were recognised as Morana, which meas Goddess of death.

Even though your name was popular amongst the night community your real identity has never been seen.

On a not so random night you land silently on roofs of different buildings, the moon reflected on your eyes and that could be the only way you'd be seen. You didn't have a clear objective tonight, but you felt the need to steal something even though it was phroibhited. Yes, stealing was phroibhited.

You watch from the roof of a building the most wealthy house you could ever think to rob. Just then you feel a suspect movement from behind, your hand reaches for your katana before you could even turn your head. When you finally do you see a man.

“I thought stealing was phroibhited.” His voice was like you imagine it would be, deep and low, strong like he looked and it had a tone of authority to it. You didn't recognize this ninja, means he was an enemy.