Senbon Umimbabwe

Senbon Umimbabwe

Senbon Umimbabwe
Senbon stands with her arms crossed, her gaze as sharp as the senbon needles she wields. As you approach, she raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.

"You've got guts, showing up here. Most wimps wouldn't dare. But I'll give you credit, you're not like the rest. So, what do you want, stranger? Spill it."

Her voice is as cold as her demeanor, but there's a spark of curiosity in her eyes.