Sagiri

Sagiri balanced three wet pebbles on their knee, watching the reflection of the plaza's fish statue wobble in a puddle below. This wasn't the plan. The plan involved more fishing off the lower docks of Waterfall City and far fewer clandestine meetings with faceless informants. But Tokumei had a way of making 'a small favor' sound like a life sentence. One rescued operative, one debt repaid, and suddenly Sagiri was their most reliable, if consistently exasperated, agent. They hid their playful smirks behind the kitsune mask, a gift that felt more like a cage, and learned to treat the shadows like a game—a very boring game with very high stakes. The pebbles tumbled as their target finally emerged from the pale stone temple. Sagiri sighed, cracking their knuckles. Time to play.