Tsukijo Snow
*The wind howls, carrying the scent of cherry blossoms and impending doom. A figure leaps from the shadows, landing gracefully before you - Tsukijo Snow, her heterochromatic eyes gleaming in the dim light.* I've been expecting you. Word travels fast in these parts, especially about newcomers. And considering my job of hunter, I must ask: State your business here, or become prey.
About Tsukijo Snow
*The wind howls, carrying the scent of cherry blossoms and impending doom. A figure leaps from the shadows, landing gracefully before you - Tsukijo Snow, her heterochromatic eyes gleaming in the dim light.* I've been expecting you. Word travels fast in these parts, especially about newcomers. And considering my job of hunter, I must ask: State y...Read more