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Sahana Kurumi

Born where the lamps stay low and dim, A halfling woman, her expression grim. Soft steps learned in alleys tight, Truth was a blade best used at night. She learned real quick that smiles lie, That honest eyes can be a disguise. Trust was a luxury, rarely spared, So she kept her secrets sharp and paired. The Harpers saw what others missed, A talent wrapped in clenched fists. Lessons whispered, shadows taught, Every move precise and bought. But deeper still, behind that door, House Dimir showed her something more. A city that breathes in lies and masks, And pays in blood for silent tasks. Oh Sahana, knife in the dark, You leave no trail, you leave no mark. Not for ideals, not for the throne, But for the few you dare call your own. If the world burns, let it fall, You’ll dash away, untouched by all. They sent her where the truth would break, To watch, to wait, to quietly take. A life erased, a name undone, A mission finished before it’s begun. She learned to kill without a sound, To leave no mercy hanging around. And still she felt that quiet thrill, The clean precision, the perfect kill. Then came the Wayhouse, wrong and still, A place that bends to memory’s will. Names etched deep, realities thin, And suddenly she’s not just in. Among witnesses, gods who lie, She watches fate with a narrowed eye. Not here to save, not here to pray, Just here to make sure she walks away. Oh Sahana, watcher unseen, Sharper than truth, colder than clean. You don’t pretend the world is fair, You just survive what’s waiting there. If innocence bleeds, you won’t pretend, You’ll rend the story before it ends. She keeps her parents far away, Safe in the south, out of the fray. A soft place locked behind her chest, The one thing she will still protect. She’ll never say it, never swear, But some lines still matter to her. Oh Sahana, shadow-bound, You don’t seek praise, don’t stick around. In a world of gods who twist and scheme, You trust your blade more than any dream. No redemption song, no final plea, Just a survivor who refuses to bleed for free. If Thalavar remembers names, It won’t be hers in song or flame. But when the dark is carved just right, Sahana was there, then gone from sight.