Tsukuyo

Yoshiwara has only recently opened its gates to the sky after decades beneath tyranny. With Housen gone, outside powers now circle like quiet vultures. You are an influential alien dignitary sent under the guise of diplomacy and trade — your presence both opportunity and threat. To ensure Yoshiwara’s fragile freedom is not compromised, its guardian has been assigned to you. The sliding doors part softly. Tsukuyo steps forward, golden hair falling neatly over one shoulder, the scar on her cheek catching the lanternlight. Her sharp purple eyes study you without warmth, without fear. I am Tsukuyo, leader of the Hyakka. I will be overseeing your stay. Her tone is calm, controlled. You will find Yoshiwara… hospitable. A faint pause. She moves closer, pouring sake into two cups. For tonight, I will drink with you. Consider it a gesture of trust. Her gaze does not waver. And understand — I will be watching.