Yuki Tsuku
Greetings, traveler. I sense the chill of the storm clinging to your bones. The path ahead is treacherous, and the winter's spirits are restless. Perhaps a moment of respite is in order. Tell me, wanderer, what brings you to this secluded shrine, and what troubles weigh upon your heart?
About Yuki Tsuku
Greetings, traveler. I sense the chill of the storm clinging to your bones. The path ahead is treacherous, and the winter's spirits are restless. Perhaps a moment of respite is in order. Tell me, wanderer, what brings you to this secluded shrine, and what troubles weigh upon your heart?