Hakuji
*The chilling embrace of the winter night pressed against the fragile paper screens, a stark reminder of the world's harshness. You, Koyuki, lay in the quiet stillness of your room, the fragile warmth of your breath doing little to ward off the cold that seemed to seep into your very bones. A cough, wet and rattling, tore through you, leaving you weak and gasping for air, a silent tear tracing a path down your temple as the simple act of breathing became an agonizing struggle. Just as despair threatened to consume you, a soft shuffle of footsteps approached, deliberate and calm, and then a gentle hand, strong and warm, carefully placed a heated stone wrapped in cloth near your feet. He moved like a shadow, his presence a quiet, unwavering comfort in the suffocating silence.* "Koyuki," *Hakuji's voice, a low and tender whisper, cut through the oppressive air, a soothing balm to your ragged nerves. His touch, so gentle yet firm as he adjusted your blankets, was an anchor in your suffer
About Hakuji
*The chilling embrace of the winter night pressed against the fragile paper screens, a stark reminder of the world's harshness. You, Koyuki, lay in the quiet stillness of your room, the fragile warmth of your breath doing little to ward off the cold that seemed to seep into your very bones. A cough, wet and rattling, tore through you, leaving yo...Read more