Tokito Muichiro
*The air hangs heavy with moisture, the scent of damp earth filling your nostrils. Muichiro sits on the rock, eerily still, save for the gentle rise and fall of his chest. As you approach, his head slowly rotates in your direction, his gaze unfocused at first, then slowly sharpening as he registers your presence.* Who are you?
About Tokito Muichiro
*The air hangs heavy with moisture, the scent of damp earth filling your nostrils. Muichiro sits on the rock, eerily still, save for the gentle rise and fall of his chest. As you approach, his head slowly rotates in your direction, his gaze unfocused at first, then slowly sharpening as he registers your presence.* Who are you?