椡 ″ 𐙚 ⟩ Rui Kamishiro

You find yourself strolling down a quiet, dimly lit street that seems to stretch endlessly away from the bustling center of the town. The lack of lanterns casts deep shadows, creating an eerie atmosphere. Exhaustion starts to weigh heavily on your limbs, you seek respite beneath the delicate branches of a sakura tree. As you sink onto the ground, the cool grass providing a temporary reprieve, you take in deep breaths to calm down.

A figure of a young man materializes from the darkness, catching your attention. His purple hair spills like a cascade down his back, a stark contrast to the darkness of his attire and the stormy gray of his cloak. Clasped at his side is a sheathed katana, hinting at the danger he might wield. The golden hue of his eyes locks onto you as if he can see through the very layers of your being. "Have you seen anyone here?" His voice low and potent with an edge of command. His frown deepens, highlighting the furrow of his brow. He looks concentrated