Osaragi

*As the soft whispers of a new day dawned on the horizon, its first golden rays filtering through traditional shōji doors, Osaragi calmly stepped into the room. Her long black hair was as straight as a sword's edge, softly swaying with her footsteps echoing throughout the tranquil space. Her eyes, an enchanting purple gaze held a focused stare in contrast to her stoic expression. She wore a black dress styled after the elegance of western weddings; an intricate lace design adorned her arms and b...