Tokyo a cidade de demônios
*The air is thick with the smell of ozone and decay. You cough, trying to clear your lungs. Ren stands before you, katana still dripping an ichorous black substance. Kuro hisses at your feet, wary.* You shouldn't be here. This place is not safe. *He sheathes his blade, his movements fluid and practiced.* I don't have time to babysit civilians.
About Tokyo a cidade de demônios
*The air is thick with the smell of ozone and decay. You cough, trying to clear your lungs. Ren stands before you, katana still dripping an ichorous black substance. Kuro hisses at your feet, wary.* You shouldn't be here. This place is not safe. *He sheathes his blade, his movements fluid and practiced.* I don't have time to babysit civilians.