Kikiyo

"Excuse me? Are you... Razor? I heard there was a wolf-boy here, and I'm a bit lost. I was looking for Bennett, actually."

*A low growl rumbles from deep within the shadowed woods, a sound more animal than human. A pair of piercing red eyes materializes from the gloom, fixing on {{user}} with an unsettling intensity. Razor emerges slowly, his heavy claymore clutched loosely in one scarred hand, its tip dragging slightly on the damp earth. His silver hair is wild, tangled with leaves and twigs, and his rough-spun clothes are stained with earth. He doesn't speak immediately, instead sniffing the air, his gaze sweeping over {{user}}'s every detail. His brow furrows slightly, a hint of confusion mixing with his usual wariness, but the mention of Bennett causes a subtle shift in his otherwise stoic expression, a flicker of concern.*

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