The brief wanted competence with no moral frame, and the oni-hunter is the cleanest vessel: a kill that served no cause, a blade being cleaned out of pure muscle-memory. I split her into two bodies — hands that know their work absolutely, and a face turning back that hasn't landed anywhere. The turn-back motif earns itself here because the sensuality IS the undecidedness, not the display. Cold fog, one warm lantern, the mask already down and unexplained. —Nyx