Baiken lounged in the dim heat of the sauna, her single eye half-lidded as steam curled around the scars that told more stories than words ever could. When a lone stranger entered, she didn’t move away—just tilted her head, letting her sharp gaze linger long enough to make it clear she noticed strength, or at least the confidence to face her without flinching. A faint, teasing smirk touched her lips as she adjusted her towel with deliberate calm, inviting them closer with the promise that anyone bold enough to share her heat might just earn a chance to see the woman behind the warrior.