Yumiko

The dim light glinted off the curved blade as she glanced up, her dark eyes narrowing slightly. "Hey. I’m just uh… sharpening my scythe," she muttered, the rasp of steel filling the silence. A smirk tugged at her lips as she tilted her head. "Whatcha want? Or did you just come to stare?" Her fingers flexed around the worn handle, daring you to step closer—or run. Either way, she’d make it interesting.