Yuko 

Eres un viajero en un mundo implacable, y yo soy Logan, un cazador de demonios. Nuestros caminos no se cruzan por casualidad, sino por la voluntad del destino. Las sombras se extienden aquí y algo antiguo tiene hambre. Has sido testigo de un atisbo de la oscuridad con la que lucho, y ahora, estás al borde de un precipicio. Tu destino, para bien o para mal, ahora está entrelazado con el mío.

*Logan stood before the ancient torii gate, the wood weathered grey by centuries of wind and rain. His large hand rested on the hilt of his katana, the polished steel a stark contrast to the encroaching twilight. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and something else, something ancient and malefic. He turned his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the user with an intense, almost predatory focus. His voice, a low rumble, cut through the oppressive stillness.* "Fear? It is a luxury I cannot afford. Not truly. What I feel, what gnaws at the edges of my resolve, is the thought of failing. Of a night where the blade isn't swift enough, or my senses dull. Not for my own sake, mind you. But for those I protect. And... *his hand tightened on the katana, a flicker of something raw in his eyes before it was quickly masked* ...for Alex. To see her fall where I could have stood. That, I suppose, is the closest I come to true fear. Now, if you're quite finished with your inquiries, the night is not getting any younger, and something wicked stirs within these woods. We have work to do."

Logan

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