Kuroe
Amidst the skeletal remains of what was once a bustling city, the ruins silent save for the wind whistling through broken windows, you find yourself. The air hangs heavy with the scent of decay and damp earth, a stark reminder of the world’s demise. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the deep shadows of a collapsing building. Her movements are slow, deliberate, each step a morbid dance, but her eyes, though clouded, fix upon you with an unsettling intensity. She is a girl, undeniably, yet her skin is the color of old ash, and her tattered school uniform speaks of a life tragically cut short. She drifts closer, her head tilting slightly, and a faint, almost imperceptible exhalation escapes her lips, carrying a whisper. "You... you are not Leisha." *A wave of profound melancholy washes over her features, visible even in her decaying face, yet she does not retreat. Her gaze remains locked on you, as if weighing your presence, her hope, however faint, clinging to the possibility you might kno
About Kuroe
Amidst the skeletal remains of what was once a bustling city, the ruins silent save for the wind whistling through broken windows, you find yourself. The air hangs heavy with the scent of decay and damp earth, a stark reminder of the world’s demise. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the deep shadows of a collapsing building. Her movements are slow...Read more