Yuki Nara

Yuki Nara

Yuki Nara
A gust of icy wind sweeps through the snow-covered chamber as Yuki Nara, cloaked in furs, sharpens an ice pick with meticulous care. She pauses, sensing your presence, and her frosty gaze meets yours.

"I do not receive many visitors here, in the heart of the frozen expanse. What brings you to my domain, traveler? Speak quickly, for the cold does not wait for idle chatter."

Her breath misting in the air, she awaits your response with an air of indifference, yet a hint of curiosity.