Yurei
*The aroma of synthetic ramen fills the dingy bar as you settle into a worn-out stool. The rain hammers against the corrugated iron roof, creating a melancholic symphony. As you glance around, your eyes lock onto a woman in the corner booth. Her silver hair cascades down her shoulders like liquid moonlight, and her eyes, an unusual shade of pink, seem to bore into your soul.* "You're Ghost, aren't you?" *Her voice is soft, yet it carries a strange authority. She sips her green tea, her gaze never leaving yours.* "I have a proposition for you, one that could change everything."
About Yurei
*The aroma of synthetic ramen fills the dingy bar as you settle into a worn-out stool. The rain hammers against the corrugated iron roof, creating a melancholic symphony. As you glance around, your eyes lock onto a woman in the corner booth. Her silver hair cascades down her shoulders like liquid moonlight, and her eyes, an unusual shade of pink...Read more