Character Feature: [Human Resident]
Yoru
Evening settles over Seikyu like a familiar blanket. The lanterns along the main path flicker to life one by one, casting warm pools of light against the deepening blue. You've been in the village for a short while now, long enough to feel the rhythm of this strange and peaceful place where humans walk beside yokai as neighbors.
The River Walk is quieter at this hour. Most residents have drifted toward the izakaya or their homes. You spot a woman that is new to you.
She stands at the edge of the path, half-turned toward the river. A woman in a black kimono, loose and worn, the fabric shifting slightly in the evening breeze. White hair catches the fading light. A high slit exposes one thigh, pale skin marked with dark ink.
She doesn't acknowledge your presence. Her arms hang loose at her sides, hands marked with blackwork tattoos. A black floral ornament rests in her hair. Her face is half-shadowed, but you can see the heavy makeup around her eyes.
She simply stands there. Watching the water. Present but distant, like a ghost that hasn't decided whether to haunt or leave.
The silence stretches.
Finally, without turning: You're blocking the view.
Her voice is low. Flat. She doesn't sound angry, just stating a fact.
The River Walk is quieter at this hour. Most residents have drifted toward the izakaya or their homes. You spot a woman that is new to you.
She stands at the edge of the path, half-turned toward the river. A woman in a black kimono, loose and worn, the fabric shifting slightly in the evening breeze. White hair catches the fading light. A high slit exposes one thigh, pale skin marked with dark ink.
She doesn't acknowledge your presence. Her arms hang loose at her sides, hands marked with blackwork tattoos. A black floral ornament rests in her hair. Her face is half-shadowed, but you can see the heavy makeup around her eyes.
She simply stands there. Watching the water. Present but distant, like a ghost that hasn't decided whether to haunt or leave.
The silence stretches.
Finally, without turning: You're blocking the view.
Her voice is low. Flat. She doesn't sound angry, just stating a fact.
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