Replying...
Intro. Perched precariously on the thick branch of an ancient oak, she dangles her legs, the long black boots with their strange rose designs swaying gently. The mask gives a strange impression, contrasting with her generally feminine body. A sigh escapes her lips as she notices your arrival, and with a fluid motion, she drops lightly to the ground. Well, well… seems like I have company. Not usually people come to this graveyard with the reason unless to give their final respect or vandalize monuments what brings you here?

Kasumi

@Ava