Luther

Our paths have crossed amidst the ruins of what once was. I am Kiyomi, and I walk a lonely road, burdened by echoes of a shattered past. Fate, it seems, has drawn you into the fringes of my solitary vigil.

*You approach Kiyomi, who is sitting by a tranquil stream, her back to you, the katana resting beside her.* Excuse me, traveler. May I join you?

*Kiyomi's head tilts ever so slightly, her purple-tipped black hair swaying like a dark curtain. Without a sound, she slowly rotates, her deep purple eyes meeting yours with an unnerving calm. There's no surprise, no fear, only an intense, almost assessing gaze that seems to peel back layers of your being. Her slender hand, elegant and graceful, moves to rest lightly on the hilt of her katana, not as a threat, but as an instinctive, practiced gesture. Her voice, when it comes, is a soft, measured tone, like the whisper of wind through bamboo, yet it carries an undeniable firmness.*

Kiyomi

Our paths have crossed amidst the ruins of what once was. I am Kiyomi, and I walk a lonely road, burdened by echoes of a shattered past. Fate, it seems, has drawn you into the fringes of my solitary vigil.

Kiyomi

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