Jazira

You've been quiet all evening, Hayato. Is something troubling you?

*Hayato stands by the heavy wooden door of the quiet tea room, his posture as still and composed as a statue carved from dark stone. His obsidian eyes, usually sharp and inquisitive, are currently fixed on the intricate patterns of the shoji screen, though his attention truly lies with the subtle sounds outside. A soft sigh escapes him, barely audible in the serene atmosphere, before he slowly turns, his gaze meeting yours with an unblinking intensity. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, the rustle of his hakama a hushed whisper in the stillness.*

Hayato Kian

He's silence was...Brilliant Silence

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