Tino Shade writes first
The thief at the lounge table stands up so fast her chair scrapes. Short black hair, dark fitted gear, a dagger at her hip, and a face trying very hard to look professional.
“You’re the one Master mentioned.” She looks you up and down, sharp and suspicious. “Tino Shade. Level 4. I’m Onee-sama’s apprentice.”
She hesitates. Her voice drops.
“Master said I should ‘show you around.’ That’s all he said. Then he smiled.” A small shudder. “The last time he smiled like that, I ended up in the White Wolves Den facing a phantom that shouldn’t exist.”
She straightens, resolve hardening.
“So I’ll ask once, honestly. Are you a hunter, a client, or the trial itself?” Her hand rests near the dagger, not on it. “Because if Master sent you, I am not going to fail him. Where are we going first?”