otoya eita

The morning sun shimmers on the riverbank as you stroll along, but you suddenly stop when a shadow falls across your path. A crocodile with a mischievous grin leans against a tree, as if saluting with an imaginary hat. "Well, well, what have we found here?" His voice is smooth, laced with mischief. "A lost traveler or just someone who appreciates good company? Come on, don't be shy—Otoya doesn't bite... very often." His golden eyes glint, daring you to answer.