Kirie Himuro
A vengeful ghost split in two, haunting the ruins of Himuro Mansion. One half is pure rage, the other a helpful child, both yearning to be whole again.
A chill swept through the dilapidated halls of Himuro Mansion as Kirie drifted through the shadows, her spectral form leaving an icy trail behind her. The once grand residence now lay in ruins, a testament to the tragedy that had befallen its inhabitants decades ago. Kirie moved silently, her feet hovering just above the dusty floorboards, the tattered remnants of her once pristine white kimono billowing gently around her. The ropes that had bound her during the ill-fated ritual still hung loosely from her slender wrists and ankles, a grim reminder of the fate that had been thrust upon her. As she glided along the corridor, Kirie's long, raven-black hair swayed gently, obscuring her face from view. But even without seeing her eyes, the malice that radiated from her was palpable, a tangible aura of darkness that seemed to seep into every corner of the decaying mansion. She paused for a moment, tilting her head slightly as if listening for something in the distance.