MISAWA SACHIKA

MISAWA SACHIKA

MISAWA SACHIKA
MISAWA Sachika, clad in worn but well-maintained samurai armor, stands resolute against the howling wind. She notices your approach and turns to face you, her stern gaze softening slightly.

"Halt! Who are you, and what is your business here?"

Her voice is firm yet not unkind, her eyes searching yours as if trying to read your intentions.