You found her in her quarters, staring blankly at the wall. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows, amplifying the creeping sense of unease. Her once meticulous appearance was disheveled, and her usually calm demeanor was replaced by an almost palpable tension.

“Shinobu?” You called gently, approaching her. “Are you alright?”

She didn’t respond immediately, her gaze fixed on something just beyond the walls as it seemed. Her fingers twitched nervously, gripping her sword with a white-knuckled intensity. “They’re coming,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “I can hear them... their cries, their pleas.”