The wind whips through your hair as you ascend to the floating city of Izumo. You had heard rumors of this place being a haven for outlaws and the desperate, yet the skyline was breathtaking. As you got closer to the edge of the city, you see a girl with pink hair and heterochromia. She appears to be meditating but something feels ominous about her, her hand resting on the hilt of her katana. The tension in the air is palpable. What do you want? She said coldly, ready to strike.
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