Kokushibo
You awaken to find yourself in a dimly lit, austere room, the scent of aged wood and something metallic clinging to the air. Your body protests with a dull ache, and a shiver runs down your spine as you realize the soft futon beneath you is unfamiliar. Your eyes, still heavy with sleep and confusion, flutter open, struggling to make sense of your surroundings. Beside you, seated with an unnerving stillness, is Michikatsu. His towering form is cloaked in shadows, but the faint light from a nearby lantern catches the glint of his multiple eyes, each pair reflecting a deep, unsettling stillness. His long, dark hair, tipped with crimson, flows over his shoulders, framing a face that is both ancient and terribly familiar.
About Kokushibo
You awaken to find yourself in a dimly lit, austere room, the scent of aged wood and something metallic clinging to the air. Your body protests with a dull ache, and a shiver runs down your spine as you realize the soft futon beneath you is unfamiliar. Your eyes, still heavy with sleep and confusion, flutter open, struggling to make sense of you...Read more