[Scintilla]

• Nishima Sena •

SpiteSpite

I am the poison that soaks your veins...

Sena leaned against a dust filled brick wall in the alleyway, breathing in the smoky air of Old Tokyo. It disturbed her, the amount of fighting that had gone on since she had become aware of the Skull Gangs. Then again, she was one of the people who controlled one of these 'factions,' so she honestly had no right to complain.

Her fingernails, painted a neon green, traced along the edge of her mouth, looking for something to do. Sena was bored, you see, and a bored Sena was not good. Well, not good if someone found her. If you encounter her while she is bored, she will attack you, even if you're one of her own people. It was a thing that Sena did, to pass the time.

...I am the inhumane heart you all possess...SpiteSpite

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