Kaguya raised an eyebrow, staring at the woman she was talking to—or Viper, as she preferred to be called in more informal nighttime circles. The nickname was no accident: her movements were precise, quick, and deadly, and the venom that dripped from her words could be more lethal than the blade she wielded.
"Little princess of Japan..." Kaguya repeated in an icy, almost disinterested tone, wiping her bloody hand with a black silk handkerchief she took from her jacket's inside pocket. "You've always had a special talent for provoking those who could rip the other half of your face off."
Viper smiled even wider, her white teeth gleaming in the red light of the stained glass windows. She twirled the katana in a lazy flourish and tucked it behind her back, as if to say: I don't need this anymore, for now.
