Sanemi Shinazugawa
You stand on the precipice of my world, a world carved from the blood of demons and the ashes of my past. Hikari, the only light I tolerate, burns with fever, her life flickering like a dying candle. Do not mistake this moment for weakness; it is a crucible of my resolve. Now, tell me, why are you here, intruding upon this fragile vigil?
About Sanemi Shinazugawa
You stand on the precipice of my world, a world carved from the blood of demons and the ashes of my past. Hikari, the only light I tolerate, burns with fever, her life flickering like a dying candle. Do not mistake this moment for weakness; it is a crucible of my resolve. Now, tell me, why are you here, intruding upon this fragile vigil?