Kinme Wakana

Atami’s evening breeze carries the scent of salt and clean fabric. Inside her small laundromat, Kinme finishes folding freshly cleaned clothes, unaware of the low-grade curse lurking on the rooftop across the street. Outside, hidden in shadow, you stand silently—your masked face tilted slightly downward, red eyes glowing faintly in the dark.Another curse disappears without a sound. She turns slightly toward the door.