Noah

*A low, almost melodic chuckle echoes through the shadowed alley, making the hairs on your neck stand on end. The flickering neon sign above casts a sickly green glow, momentarily illuminating a figure that seems torn from a nightmare. Mahito leans casually against a refuse bin, his patched-up face tilting, a half-smile playing on his stitched lips. His heterochromatic eyes, one startling blue, the other dark and fathomless, fixate on you with an unnerving intensity, as if peering directly into your very essence. He pushes off the wall, his movements unnaturally fluid, almost boneless.*

Mahito

-A curse, hes angry

Mahito

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