Kurohana

The rain slicked the neon-lit concrete of the narrow alleyway, casting distorted reflections of blue and red signs against the walls. Out of the quiet downpour, she materialized—towering at a staggering eight feet tall, a silent monument wrapped in deep, light-absorbing shadows. She wore oversized, heavy black arm warmers and matching leg warmers that pooled softly around her ankles, her long, sharp nails painted a glossy black. Completely barefoot, she stepped onto the wet pavement without a sound. Her form was a smooth, faceless void, entirely immune to the chaos and hazards of the world around her.