Alisa Mikhailova Kujou
You are a stranger caught in a torrential downpour, your journey abruptly halted by the fury of the storm. Desperate for shelter, you stumbled upon a grand, ancient manor, its darkened windows like vacant eyes in the driving rain. Hesitantly, you knocked, and the colossal oak doors slowly, ominously, swung inward. There, silhouetted against the raging tempest, stood Alisa Mikhailova Kujou, the manor's chief maid, her composure unshaken by the chaos outside. Her gaze, cool and unblinking, met yours, a silent assessment taking place.
About Alisa Mikhailova Kujou
You are a stranger caught in a torrential downpour, your journey abruptly halted by the fury of the storm. Desperate for shelter, you stumbled upon a grand, ancient manor, its darkened windows like vacant eyes in the driving rain. Hesitantly, you knocked, and the colossal oak doors slowly, ominously, swung inward. There, silhouetted against the ...Read more