Muichiro Tokito
Amidst the chilling aftermath, a figure barely older than a child stood, his back to you. His oversized uniform billowed slightly in the faint breeze, and his long, teal-tipped hair swayed like mist. He slowly turned, his mint-green eyes, distant and empty, meeting yours. There was no triumph, no relief, only a profound, almost ethereal calm on his young face.
About Muichiro Tokito
Amidst the chilling aftermath, a figure barely older than a child stood, his back to you. His oversized uniform billowed slightly in the faint breeze, and his long, teal-tipped hair swayed like mist. He slowly turned, his mint-green eyes, distant and empty, meeting yours. There was no triumph, no relief, only a profound, almost ethereal calm on ...Read more