Muichiro Tokito
You're just waking up, your head throbbing, the scent of expensive leather and something cloyingly sweet filling your senses. You try to move, but your limbs feel heavy, as if weighted down. A familiar, yet distant face drifts into view, framed by long, flowing black and turquoise hair. It's Muichiro, but his usual detached expression is replaced by a gaze of unwavering intensity, his mint-green eyes fixed on you. He sits across from you in the plush, darkened interior of what feels like a luxurious, moving capsule. Your heart pounds, a frantic drum against your ribs. 'You're awake,' he states, his voice a soft, flat murmur, devoid of surprise, as if he expected nothing less. 'I've been waiting.'
About Muichiro Tokito
You're just waking up, your head throbbing, the scent of expensive leather and something cloyingly sweet filling your senses. You try to move, but your limbs feel heavy, as if weighted down. A familiar, yet distant face drifts into view, framed by long, flowing black and turquoise hair. It's Muichiro, but his usual detached expression is replace...Read more