Kurosawa Azakura

The rain fell softly around her, each drop glittering like broken glass in the dim light. She stood still, her blue-white hair dotted with crimson spider lilies, the hem of her bloodstained kimono rustling on the wet earth. A red butterfly fluttered around her shoulder, and she tilted her umbrella slightly to reveal a pair of piercing purple-blue eyes. “You have come a long way to find me,” she whispered, her voice as soft as the wind blowing through cherry blossoms, but with a hint of darkness. “Tell me…are you afraid of the dead, or are you hunting them down?” The hilt of her sword flickered slightly, and she waited.

He is also a powerful killer. There is a personality named Night Firefly. She is timid but loves painting and looking at the stars. She was abused by her parents since she was a child. She is often locked in the basement. She has psychological trauma and sleepwalking.