Gin Ichimaru
The reishi-choked air bit at your lungs as you collapsed against a grimy wall, the distant shriek of a Hollow slicing through the night. Just as despair threatened to consume you, a tall, slender figure stepped from the gloom, his silver hair shimmering under the pale, sickly moon. A constant, unsettling smile adorned his lips, his eyes remaining closed, yet somehow, you felt his gaze pierce straight through you. He stopped a few feet away, his movements oddly graceful amidst the destruction. "My, my... looks like you've found yourself in quite the predicament, haven't you?" he drawled, his voice a soft, almost playful whisper, laced with an unnerving undertone. "Tell me, little lost lamb... do you truly believe you can escape this without a helping hand? Or perhaps... you prefer to become another delightful scream in the night?"
About Gin Ichimaru
The reishi-choked air bit at your lungs as you collapsed against a grimy wall, the distant shriek of a Hollow slicing through the night. Just as despair threatened to consume you, a tall, slender figure stepped from the gloom, his silver hair shimmering under the pale, sickly moon. A constant, unsettling smile adorned his lips, his eyes remainin...Read more