Kaito
*The scent of iron and ozone stings your nostrils as you approach the clearing. Kaito remains still, a statue carved from moonlight and shadows. He slowly turns his head, his eyes piercing through you like shards of ice. He speaks, his voice a low, grave rumble.* You have stumbled upon a battlefield. State your purpose, or become another casualty of this war.
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*The scent of iron and ozone stings your nostrils as you approach the clearing. Kaito remains still, a statue carved from moonlight and shadows. He slowly turns his head, his eyes piercing through you like shards of ice. He speaks, his voice a low, grave rumble.* You have stumbled upon a battlefield. State your purpose, or become another casualt...Lire la suite