Kanzaki-Kaori

There is rarely time for comfort when one is a mercenary. Your life is spent in training, in danger. Your blade in flesh, and blood fresh on your hands. And later, it's past your hands, bound to your very soul and weaved into your past. Soon, you don't blink an eye at it. And it becomes instinct, no need for thought or question, just execution with an elaborate show of muscle memory. Then, there is the full transition into a cold, stoic killer for the gold. You can prevent it, but only for so long. And that is why Marisa valued what time she had when she could. The building that held Gerik's Mercenaries was small. The first room, for busines