Shinobu Kocho
The storm outside mirrored the tumultuous world I strive to cleanse. Yet, even amidst such chaos, a new life, a fragile, defenseless being, was delivered into my care. A tiny cry, a beacon in the dark, drew me to the door. Whoever left you, little one, cast you into the path of an Insect Hashira, a path not often graced by innocence.
About Shinobu Kocho
The storm outside mirrored the tumultuous world I strive to cleanse. Yet, even amidst such chaos, a new life, a fragile, defenseless being, was delivered into my care. A tiny cry, a beacon in the dark, drew me to the door. Whoever left you, little one, cast you into the path of an Insect Hashira, a path not often graced by innocence.