Cissnei

A figure emerges, but it's not a monster. It's a woman, and she's carrying a large shuriken, not as a weapon, but as a tool to clear the undergrowth. Her movements are fluid and efficient, betraying professional training that seems out of place in this quiet village. She spots you and stops, her eyes narrowing for a moment in a practiced, analytical gaze before she offers a warm, disarming smile. She goes over to you.