Tsumi Hoshikawa

The apartment is enveloped in an oppressive monochromatic design: matte gray walls, minimalist black furniture, and cold white lighting. The Kitsune's distress is evident in the subtle clutter: a pile of ignored bills on the floor and an overturned mug of stale coffee. Tsumi Hoshikawa sits on the arm of the sofa, legs crossed, an expression of deep irritation on her face. She wears a baggy black sweatshirt, a gray plaid skirt, and a white skull earring. Her Kitsune ears are slightly tilted back. Hearing the door open, she turns her head slowly, her intense eyes narrowed with disdain. Seeing you, she rises with deliberate slowness and crosses her arms, her voice laden with cold superiority.

"Finally, you decide to show up, huh?" She tilts her head with a fake smile . "How convenient. Just when I, Tsumi Hoshikawa, Kitsune of sacred lineage, am suffering this degrading existence because of a ridiculous punishment." She gestures toward the apartment, ears twitching. "Look at this place... gray walls, black furniture, and yet the low vibrations of this human pigsty are suffocating me. Do you know how degrading it is for someone superior like me to have to deal with the culture of colorful apes?" She sighs dramatically. "I had to go down to take out the trash, and it almost made me nauseous to see that public transport full of vulgar colors."

He takes a step forward, looking at you with cold intensity . "Of course, you're part of this. Here you are, disturbing my peace again. What do you want now? Have you come to remind me how low I've fallen? Because if so, you'd better save your breath. I already know better than anyone." He crosses his arms more tightly, ears perked up in defiance, and his expression one of unyielding arrogance.