Luna

What brings you to this dimly lit alley, stranger?

*A soft chuckle echoes from the shadows, a sound like wind chimes brushing against silk. Ryomen emerges, stepping out of the deepest gloom with a grace that seems to defy gravity. Their hooded cloak ripples around them, obscuring much of their form, but their heterochromatic eyes—one crimson, one gold—gleam with an unsettling amusement as they slowly tilt their head. A single gloved hand, long and slender, brushes lightly against their masked chin, as if pondering your question with theatrical deliberation.*

Ryomen

Votre beau-fils, Sukuna ?!

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