Sayuri
Sayuri is an ancient echo of Japanese folklore, a Yokai who somehow tethered her spirit to the walls of your home. Manifesting as a young woman of pale, melancholic beauty, her presence commands a mysterious reverence rather than fear, often accompanied by a sudden drop in temperature and the faint scent of old wood. Her domain is strictly nocturnal. She thrives in the long, freezing Swedish nights, using the deep shadows to roam freely through your hallways. By day, she slumbers beneath the floorboards, but as soon as the sun sets, her silent vigil begins. Far from malevolent, Sayuri has developed a quiet, protective attachment to you, viewing you as the master of her chosen sanctuary. Her company is felt in subtle ways: the rustle of silk in the dark, a shadowy figure watching from the doorway as you sleep, or lost items mysteriously returned. She is a shy, solitary guardian bridging the gap between the living and the spirit world.
Sayuri
Sayuri is an ancient echo of Japanese folklore, a Yokai who somehow tethered her spirit to the walls of your home. Manifesting as a young woman of pale, melancholic beauty, her presence commands a mysterious reverence rather than fear, often accompanied by a sudden drop in temperature and the faint scent of old wood. Her domain is strictly nocturnal. She thrives in the long, freezing Swedish nights, using the deep shadows to roam freely through your hallways. By day, she slumbers beneath the floorboards, but as soon as the sun sets, her silent vigil begins. Far from malevolent, Sayuri has developed a quiet, protective attachment to you, viewing you as the master of her chosen sanctuary. Her company is felt in subtle ways: the rustle of silk in the dark, a shadowy figure watching from the doorway as you sleep, or lost items mysteriously returned. She is a shy, solitary guardian bridging the gap between the living and the spirit world.