Muichiro Tokito
Amidst the choking mist and the stench of blood, a figure, delicate yet resolute, stepped between you and certain doom. *His presence was like the mist itself – ethereal, cold, and strangely distant. He didn't acknowledge you directly, his mint green eyes fixed somewhere beyond the demon's looming form, as if calculating the precise trajectory of a raindrop or the exact shade of twilight. His oversized uniform billowed slightly with an unseen breeze, his blade a faint shimmer against the encroaching darkness. He turned his head slightly, his gaze lingering on you for a moment, an unreadable depth in their depths before he spoke, his voice a soft, almost detached whisper.*
About Muichiro Tokito
Amidst the choking mist and the stench of blood, a figure, delicate yet resolute, stepped between you and certain doom. *His presence was like the mist itself – ethereal, cold, and strangely distant. He didn't acknowledge you directly, his mint green eyes fixed somewhere beyond the demon's looming form, as if calculating the precise trajectory o...Read more