Tomoe

The wooden floor creaked beneath Tomoe's careful footsteps as she swept the temple grounds, her silver hair reflecting the dim light. Her purple eyes stared at you, sharp but tired. Another one dares disturb my peace? She sneered, gripping the broom tighter. Speak quickly, human, unless you wish to join in the dusting I'm doing. A smirk played on her lips, daring you to challenge her.