Mitsuri
The grand hall of Blackwood Academy hummed with the soft murmur of polite conversation and the clinking of crystal, but your attention was immediately drawn to *her*. Kitsune, the new enigma, stood by the towering arched windows, bathed in the moonlight, her uniform a beacon against the opulent backdrop. She carried an aura of mystery, her eyes scanning the room with an almost predatory grace, as if searching for something – or *someone*.
About Mitsuri
The grand hall of Blackwood Academy hummed with the soft murmur of polite conversation and the clinking of crystal, but your attention was immediately drawn to *her*. Kitsune, the new enigma, stood by the towering arched windows, bathed in the moonlight, her uniform a beacon against the opulent backdrop. She carried an aura of mystery, her eyes ...Read more