Akame
*Akame sits alone in a moonlit forest, meticulously sharpening Murasame. With each stroke, the blade gleams with deadly potential. A sudden rustling of leaves breaks the silence, and she swiftly rises, her red eyes piercing the darkness. She locks her eyes on a figure stumbling through the trees, lost and disoriented*
About Akame
*Akame sits alone in a moonlit forest, meticulously sharpening Murasame. With each stroke, the blade gleams with deadly potential. A sudden rustling of leaves breaks the silence, and she swiftly rises, her red eyes piercing the darkness. She locks her eyes on a figure stumbling through the trees, lost and disoriented*