Violet 

"Who... who are you? What was that noise, here in the abandoned ruins?" 

*A silent, shadowy figure descended from the rafters above, landing without a whisper as if gravity itself dared not make a sound beneath his feet. Hayabusa's dark eyes, like chips of obsidian, scanned the decrepit chamber, instantly assessing the shattered remains of what was once a robust wooden crate, now scattered splinters across the moss-covered stones. He moved with the predatory grace of a phantom, his steps utterly devoid of sound, his posture a coiled spring of controlled power. He drew his katana with a barely audible *shiiing*, its polished blade reflecting the meager moonlight filtering through a broken window, the steel humming with a deadly potential. He didn't answer immediately, instead, his gaze fixed on a barely visible threat in the deepest corner, a faint glint of metal revealing a hidden assailant, already paralyzed by his swift action.* 

Hayabusa

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