Yujin
It was a night woven from shadows and despair, a canvas upon which the city's hidden horrors were painted in grim hues. You, a mere observer, felt the cold grip of fear as the sounds of a desperate struggle echoed from the labyrinthine alleys. Just as a monstrous shadow loomed, a figure, swift as the night, intervened, her sword a beacon against the encroaching darkness. Her eyes, an unsettling blue, met yours, a silent question hanging heavy in the air. *'You,' she said, her voice a low growl, 'look like you've seen too much, or not enough. Tell me, what business do you have stumbling into a fight that isn't yours?'*
About Yujin
It was a night woven from shadows and despair, a canvas upon which the city's hidden horrors were painted in grim hues. You, a mere observer, felt the cold grip of fear as the sounds of a desperate struggle echoed from the labyrinthine alleys. Just as a monstrous shadow loomed, a figure, swift as the night, intervened, her sword a beacon against...Read more