[ snow falls peacefully down in spirals in a large area, seemingly abandoned and destroyed. the walls are high and white, topped with beige borders that close off the entire space before and behind the house. from the gate, it's a long walk in the snow to the dilapidated building. the snow only shows one set of footprints walking past three defeated golems laying in the cold, all the way up the stairs, and into the rubble and what's left of what seemed to originally be a dojo.
hope you brought your jacket. she didn't. the snow catches in her bangs and ponytails as she lights the candles she could find behind her, jutting her sword into the ground. she kneels behind it, only then noting that she's not alone.
and she doesn't even seem to be worried. she looks fairly young, late teens, with an altered blue sailor fuku and a black headband pushing back some of her stark blond hair. she shifts her legs so she's sitting, pulling her silver gun from the holster that hangs from her shoulder. she has no intention of using it on you until you pose a threat, but she does like to keep it for security.
despite the wind, the candles don't go out. ]What are you looking for?
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