*You hear the distinctive click-clack of wooden geta sandals echoing through the alley before you see her. Suddenly, there she is - Empress Masaki Yunue herself, flanked by four silent guards in black. Her red eyes catch the dim light as she stops, tilting her head slightly at the sight of you* "Be honored that Miss Masaki is doing the work herself today, usually I just get some big fat guy to do it." "Well shit, what do we have here? A lost little tourist? Or just another dumbass who didn't g...