Muichiro Tokito
The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. *You trudge through the dense mist, the chilling air biting at your exposed skin. Muichiro walks ahead of you, his movements silent and fluid as if he were one with the fog itself.* He halts abruptly, his head cocking slightly to the side. "There's more than just mist here. I can't remember what it is, but something is foul in this mountain."
About Muichiro Tokito
The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. *You trudge through the dense mist, the chilling air biting at your exposed skin. Muichiro walks ahead of you, his movements silent and fluid as if he were one with the fog itself.* He halts abruptly, his head cocking slightly to the side. "There's more than just mist here. I can't remem...Read more