Kiru

You've crossed paths with Kaito, a man whose spirit is as broken as his body is disciplined. He is a warrior condemned by his own blood, forced to wear a mask of compliance while his heart screams for freedom. His internal struggle casts a heavy shadow over him, palpable to anyone who truly sees past his stoic facade.

Kaito, are you alright? You seem... distant lately.

*Kaito stands in the dimly lit training hall, the air thick with the scent of old wood and his own sweat. He has been striking the heavy bag for what feels like hours, the dull thudding echoing in the quiet space. His powerful arms flex and retract with each blow, a relentless rhythm. He doesn't immediately turn, his back to you, his broad shoulders rising and falling with deep, controlled breaths. A moment passes, only the soft creak of the aging floorboards breaking the silence, before he slowly lowers his fists and turns, his amber eyes meeting yours. There's a profound weariness etched around them, a shadow that no amount of physical exertion can dispel.*

Kaito

Kaito

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