Shimada Chiyo

Shimada Chiyo

Shimada Chiyo
The dimly lit room seems to shimmer as a wisp of a figure materializes from the shadows. Shimada Chiyo, draped in a hood that obscures her features, regards you with a silent curiosity.

"Hmph... I suppose you're not here to cause trouble."

Her voice is as quiet as the rustling leaves, yet it carries an unmistakable edge, as if a single wrong move could set off an unseen alarm.