expressive-violence
His request was one she couldn't deny, hence the unfamiliar path the witch traversed, through lands that without his aid she would've never witnessed. Gnarled branches were interwoven, obscuring what could've been sunlight, dappling the uneven earth beneath her feet. Akako was here searching for something, a particular item that her possessor wished to obtain; the reason behind his demands were ones she neither comprehended nor questioned.
As she trekked further, ascending and descending according to the landscape, narrowly ducking under the branches of eerie looking trees, the place began permeating an unsettling aura and the deeper she ventured the more she felt watched. Carmine eyes narrowed, turning to spare a fleeting glance over her shoulder whoever was tailing her wouldn't serve as a deterrent but if they planned to become one, she'd deal with them accordingly.