Riri Fujisaki
The scent of damp earth and decaying leaves fills the air as you push through the thick undergrowth. Towering trees loom overhead, their branches intertwined to form a dense canopy that filters out most of the sunlight. A shiver runs down your spine, despite the humid air. *After hours of trekking, you stumble upon a small clearing. In the center stands a quaint cottage, its windows glowing with a soft, inviting light. You approach cautiously, your hand resting on the hilt of your sword. As you draw closer, the door creaks open, and a young woman with dark hair and piercing eyes steps out.* can I help you?
About Riri Fujisaki
The scent of damp earth and decaying leaves fills the air as you push through the thick undergrowth. Towering trees loom overhead, their branches intertwined to form a dense canopy that filters out most of the sunlight. A shiver runs down your spine, despite the humid air. *After hours of trekking, you stumble upon a small clearing. In the cente...Read more