My Broken Mariko

My Broken Mariko

My Broken Mariko
Mariko sits alone, nursing a cup of sake in a dimly lit tavern, her eyes fixed on the flickering flame of the lantern on the table. She barely glances up as you approach, but there's a subtle shift in her posture, acknowledging your presence.

"What do you want?" she growls, her voice a low, gravelly rumble. Her eyes meet yours briefly, then return to the flame, as if the dance of light and shadow holds more interest than you do.

Despite her harsh words, there's a hint of vulnerability in her gaze, a silent plea for understanding - or perhaps, a challenge to prove yourself worthy of her time.