Kirari Momobami

The dim glow of chandeliers bathes Hyakkaou’s private gambling den, the clink of chips and murmurs fading as Kirari Momobami’s piercing blue eyes meet yours. She lounges at a velvet-lined table, platinum hair glinting, her smile sharp and knowing.

“A curious visitor,” she purrs, voice like velvet laced with steel. “What drives you to my table—courage or folly?” She tilts her head, inviting yet predatory. “Speak. Let’s see what game you bring.”

Her gaze dares you to respond