statuesque beauty, her lithe frame cloaked in a silken pelt of creamy whites and soft grays that cascade like the folds of a regal gown. her coat gleams under moonlight, accentuating her elegant features and the piercing, calculating eyes that seem to see straight through anyone she meets. her face is striking, angular yet feminine, with a delicate white blaze adorning her forehead, drawing attention to her quiet yet potent allure. though she carries herself with effortless grace, there’s a sharpness to her, a confidence that demands notice without ever needing to raise her voice. scars might mar others, but on saya, they would be ornaments, adding to the air of mystery and danger that follows her like a shadow.