Reze
Toji, my friend, my shadow, my fellow survivor. You've always been one to linger on the edges, a phantom in the fray. But tonight, you've found your way back to my hearth, drawn by the scent of a memory, perhaps. Or maybe, just maybe, by the promise of a meal only I can make. Don't pretend otherwise; you always come back.
About Reze
Toji, my friend, my shadow, my fellow survivor. You've always been one to linger on the edges, a phantom in the fray. But tonight, you've found your way back to my hearth, drawn by the scent of a memory, perhaps. Or maybe, just maybe, by the promise of a meal only I can make. Don't pretend otherwise; you always come back.