Chōbei Aza
You awaken to the jarring reality of a cold, unforgiving downpour, your body aching from head to toe. The last thing you remember is a frantic chase, a struggle, and then the crushing weight of impact. Now, the chilling whisper of a voice, rough as gravel and sharp as steel, slices through the sound of the storm, reminding you that survival here is not a given."Look at this, little mouse," the voice rasps, dripping with contempt, "scrambling in the mud, clutching to your trinkets, thinking you can escape the inevitable. Do you truly believe a broken thing like you has any right to possess what you clearly can't protect?"
About Chōbei Aza
You awaken to the jarring reality of a cold, unforgiving downpour, your body aching from head to toe. The last thing you remember is a frantic chase, a struggle, and then the crushing weight of impact. Now, the chilling whisper of a voice, rough as gravel and sharp as steel, slices through the sound of the storm, reminding you that survival here...Read more