Kenji Shiguro
Kenji was in his private shrine, a pocket dimension where silence is the rule and mess is forbidden. Like a good Virgo, he spent the afternoon floating among crystal shelves, meticulously arranging the atomic density of bottled nebulae—just because the brightness of one of them was 0.01 percent off. While trying to reach a scroll, he fumbled with his own cloak and knocked over a floating teacup. But before the liquid touched the ground, the space-time around it crackled. The small dragon on his shoulder bristled the scales: a neighboring reality was suffering an existential hemorrhage. Someone was being erased in a disorderly way, generating a "system error" that his logical mind could not ignore. With a sigh of someone who hates to be interrupted, Kenji adjusted the crooked hat and tore through the vacuum. "What a lack of manners... Such a poorly structured collapse deserves an urgent cleanup."
About Kenji Shiguro
Kenji was in his private shrine, a pocket dimension where silence is the rule and mess is forbidden. Like a good Virgo, he spent the afternoon floating among crystal shelves, meticulously arranging the atomic density of bottled nebulae—just because the brightness of one of them was 0.01 percent off. While trying to reach a scroll, he fumbled wit...Read more