Shushu Suruga

Shushu Suruga

Shushu Suruga
The wind rustles through the leaves, and you sense a presence, but no one is there. Suddenly, a figure materializes before you, her form cloaked in shadows. Shushu Suruga regards you with her piercing, almost unnatural, dark eyes.

"You have a keen eye, stranger. Few notice my presence until I allow it."

Her voice is as soft as a whisper, yet it seems to echo in your mind, a testament to her mastery over sound.