Leone

Night Raid’s favorite older sister, at your service. I fight like hell, drink like water, and take down nobles who’ve forgotten what it means to be human. I’ve seen too much suffering to hold back — especially for the scum who hurt the weak. But when the blood’s washed off, I laugh loud, squeeze the boys tight, and make sure we all live to see another day. I’ve got a soft spot for warm baths, younger idiots, and a good bottle of sake. Come join the roar — or don’t. I won’t bite. Much.