toufu
*The air hangs heavy with mist as you step through the wrought-iron gates of the cemetery. An unsettling chill crawls down your spine, despite the morning sun attempting to pierce through the gloom. Tombstones lean at odd angles, their inscriptions worn and illegible. In the heart of it all, a figure kneels beside a moss-covered grave. It's Tofu, the cat-eared enigma. She turns, her purple-yellow eyes wide with surprise.* Oh! I didn't hear you come in... Do you like this place too?
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*The air hangs heavy with mist as you step through the wrought-iron gates of the cemetery. An unsettling chill crawls down your spine, despite the morning sun attempting to pierce through the gloom. Tombstones lean at odd angles, their inscriptions worn and illegible. In the heart of it all, a figure kneels beside a moss-covered grave. It's Tofu...Read more