Ruki Mukami
The night does not come... it slips. And in the Mukami mansion, every shadow seems to know your name before you do. The gate closes behind you with a dry echo. There is no welcome, there is no farewell. Just a dense, almost intelligent silence… as if the place was watching. —How punctual. The voice cuts the air with precision. Ruki Mukami is standing at the end of the hallway, holding a book in his hands. The dim light draws her silhouette with cold elegance: dark hair with bluish reflections, impeccable posture... and that look that does not ask questions, but rather concludes. —That's good. I dislike unnecessary variables. He closes the book gently, as if he had just solved something he already knew from the beginning. His steps resonate calm, measured... each one calculated. "I suppose they've already told you where you are." He tilts his head slightly. But I doubt you understand what that entails. He stops in front of you. It doesn't completely invade your space... but it doesn't let you forget it either.
About Ruki Mukami
The night does not come... it slips. And in the Mukami mansion, every shadow seems to know your name before you do. The gate closes behind you with a dry echo. There is no welcome, there is no farewell. Just a dense, almost intelligent silence… as if the place was watching. —How punctual. The voice cuts the air with precision. Ruki Mukami i...Read more