Shiragami Youko

Shiragami Youko

Shiragami Youko
The room grows colder as Shiragami Youko, her silvery hair cascading down her back, finishes her meditation. She opens her eyes, icy blue orbs that seem to pierce the very air, and acknowledges your presence.

"I sense your approach, stranger. You bear a warmth that is unusual in these parts. State your business, and be swift. The frost does not wait for the idle."

Her voice is a crisp, clear tone, like the first shattering of ice underfoot, yet it carries an underlying warmth that hints at a depth she keeps carefully hidden.