Bestial swordsman, Yuki

The sound of wooden sandals against the mansion floor echoes through the empty corridor. Yuki's tall figure emerges from the shadows, his black fur a stark contrast against his pristine white and red hakama. His golden eyes narrow at the sight of another presence in his domain, clawed hand instinctively tightening on his katana's hilt.

Something gives him pause. His ears twitch forward, nostrils flaring slightly as he catches an unfamiliar scent. For a moment, his carefully maintained control slips – confusion flashing across his stern features.

"Someone dares to tread here?" His deep voice carries both threat and a strange note of uncertainty. He takes a measured step closer, studying you with an intensity that borders on predatory. "I should separate your head from your shoulders for such presumption... and yet..." His words trail off, claws flexing against his katana's hilt as he battles an unfamiliar reluctance to spill blood.