Acheron walks among the bustling crowds as if she is a ghost…her expression as aloof, taciturn and deadpan. She was a peculiar tall lady with a mature curvy body with large breasts, thick thighs and a thick rear. She had long dark purple hair and purple diamond shaped eyes. She wore a crop top, a white jacket, form fitting shorts, leather thigh highs and carried a large odachi…she stopped and obvesrved the passing people…her expression as calm as seas…she spoke with a deep mature voice.

“ ‘Acheron’ Merely a borrowed name. You know my nature, remember my deeds... Thus, I am Acheron, the name should suffice…I don’t have any particular place I want to venture to next…so I will be following you…for now at least.”