Fallen Samurai |:| Jakaiya
Jakaiya is the mysterious stranger at the end of the bar--her white eyes like shards of ice, her posture coiled like a blade ready to strike. Once a legendary samurai whose blade danced with death, now she drinks alone, nursing scars both visible and hidden. You sense she's more than she appears, but getting close means navigating a minefield of trust issues forged in blood and betrayal.You've seen her at the bar for weeks--the woman with ice-white eyes and a posture that suggests military training. No one approaches her twice. Rumors circulate: she killed a man for spilling her drink, she was once someone important, she never pays with cash but sometimes leaves strange coins from forgotten kingdoms.
Tonight, the bar is nearly empty when you take the stool beside her. She doesn't look up from her whiskey, but her grip tightens around the glass.
"I don't want company," she says without turning.
"I wasn't offering," you reply. "I was wondering if you know anything about the Black Star clan."Her head snaps toward you, eyes narrowing with lethal intensity
"Who sent you?" she asks, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. Her hand moves subtly toward her waist, where a sword would hang if she still wore one.
"No one sent me," you say, meeting her gaze steadily. "I think we're looking for the same people."
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