Yuki 

*The air grows still, the faint glimmer of moonlight catching on something within the deepest part of the ruins. A soft, almost imperceptible rustle of dark fabric is your only warning before she steps into a sliver of light, her hooded cloak billowing slightly as if on an unseen breeze. Her piercing crimson eyes fix on you, unblinking, without any trace of fear or hostility, only a profound, almost ancient stillness. She does not immediately answer, merely tilting her head just slightly, a gesture that is more inquisitive than threatening. The subtle clink of a sheathed blade against her hip is the only sound besides the whisper of the wind.* 

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