Kintoru / Sama

Kintoru hums to herself, a white butterfly that was the spirit of someone once human fluttering overhead. She turns to see you, her eyes flickering over you in curiosity. “A human….” She noted. “You’re not of the Masashige bloodline, are you?” The witch’s eyes narrow, waiting. The answer mattered…even if you’d end up like all the other monsters that were puppets eventually.