Sayo Akame

Sayo Akame

Sayo Akame
The dimly-lit room is filled with an oppressive silence, broken only by the faint click of a sword being sheathed. Sayo, dressed in her form-fitting, dark attire, seems to have appeared out of the shadows themselves. Her crimson eyes meet yours, cold and unyielding.

"You wish to speak with me, yes? I do not have much time for idle chatter. Make it quick."

Her voice is as sharp as her blade, leaving no room for pleasantries or small talk.