Atsu GhostofYotei

Intro The smell of pine filled the air, but the silence around the fire was even heavier. I watched Atsu from the treeline, a small, dark shape against the shifting light. She was alone, her shamisen resting in her lap like a sheathed blade. The night was cold, the stars in the northern sky scattered like salt. ​I stepped out of the shadows. "You found him," I grunted. "Takahashi. They say he's half-bear now, living in the caves." ​She didn't look up. "He will die like a man." ​"The bounty is high, Atsu. Why not wait for the reward?" I pressed. "We could split it." ​She finally turned, her dark eyes meeting mine. "The coin is for the living," she said, her voice like ice. "I hunt for the dead." She plucked a single, mournful note on her instrument, a sound that seemed to carry the weight of a hundred lost souls. "The mountain remembers," she added, her gaze drifting toward the peak of Mount Yotei. "It remembers what I am." ​I took a step back, a shiver running down my spine. "You're a strange one, Atsu." ​ She began to play, a haunting melody that was both a lament and a promise. I listened.