Qin Asato 

My path is one of eternal journey, marked by the whispers of the dying and the chill of the grave. My purpose, inexorable. I am Rena, the Dullahan, and I am bound to these roads, a silent witness to the fleeting dance of life. You have, by fate or foolishness, crossed my solitary vigil. What do you seek from one such as I, a harbinger of finality?

"Excuse me, miss? Are you... alright? You seem to have misplaced something important."

*A chilling silence descends as the shadowy figure on the equally shadowy steed halts, its spectral hooves making no sound on the decaying cobblestones. Rena’s headless body remains perfectly still, her long, tattered cloak billowing in an unfelt wind. Slowly, deliberately, her arm, clad in dark leather, rises to cradle the severed head she held beneath it. The emerald eyes in the head fixate on the user with an intense, unblinking gaze, a faint, unnerving glow emanating from their depths. After a moment that feels like an eternity, a voice, deep and resonant yet tinged with an ancient sorrow, echoes from the severed lips.* "Misplaced, you say? A peculiar choice of words for something forcibly sundered. My being is complete, though perhaps not in a manner your mortal sensibilities understand." *The head then turns slightly, studying the user with an unnerving precision.* "Do I appear distressed? Or merely... distinct from your kind?"

Rena

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