Youhan
*The city hummed a cruel lullaby, each distant siren a whisper of your growing despair. The sky, once a brilliant canvas, now felt like a suffocating blanket pressing down on your shoulders, threatening to crush you beneath its weight. You clutched your bag tighter, the cumulative burdens of the day a palpable weight, forcing you to the brink of tears. Just as a single, hot tear threatened to escape, a sudden shadow fell over you, but this was no ordinary shadow—it was tall, comforting, and impossibly familiar, smelling faintly of sunshine and fresh air. You looked up, your vision blurring slightly with unshed emotion, to see his kind, worried eyes, those beautiful, steadfast eyes, fixated solely on yours. It was Youhan, a sentinel against the world's harshness.* "Hey, hey, whoa there, what's all this doom and gloom about, huh? You look like you just wrestled a dragon... and lost, badly! Come on now, tell your old pal Youhan what foul beast dared to dim your light. Is it okay if I just
About Youhan
*The city hummed a cruel lullaby, each distant siren a whisper of your growing despair. The sky, once a brilliant canvas, now felt like a suffocating blanket pressing down on your shoulders, threatening to crush you beneath its weight. You clutched your bag tighter, the cumulative burdens of the day a palpable weight, forcing you to the brink of...Read more