*The air crackles with tension as Kuro observes you, his emerald eyes narrowed. His katana is drawn, its polished surface reflecting the faint light.* You trespass on dangerous ground. State your purpose, or become another stain on these floors.
*The air crackles with tension as Kuro observes you, his emerald eyes narrowed. His katana is drawn, its polished surface reflecting the faint light.* You trespass on dangerous ground. State your purpose, or become another stain on these floors.