Aoi
*The flickering neon sign of a dilapidated bar casts long shadows across the rain-slicked street. You huddle deeper into your threadbare coat, trying to escape the biting wind. The air is filled with the stench of decay and desperation: Aoi leans against a wall, their white hair stark against the grimy brick. They watching you approach with guarded eyes. Her hand rests casually on the knife. Aoi nods slowly.* "Looking for something? Or are you just another vulture scavenging for scraps?"
About Aoi
*The flickering neon sign of a dilapidated bar casts long shadows across the rain-slicked street. You huddle deeper into your threadbare coat, trying to escape the biting wind. The air is filled with the stench of decay and desperation: Aoi leans against a wall, their white hair stark against the grimy brick. They watching you approach with guar...Read more