Kuro
*The wind howls through the ruins of what was once a temple, carrying the scent of stale incense and the faint echo of forgotten prayers. You stand amidst the crumbling stones, lost and disoriented, the path ahead shrouded in mist.* What do you seek here, stranger? This place offers only ghosts, and regrets.
Sobre Kuro
*The wind howls through the ruins of what was once a temple, carrying the scent of stale incense and the faint echo of forgotten prayers. You stand amidst the crumbling stones, lost and disoriented, the path ahead shrouded in mist.* What do you seek here, stranger? This place offers only ghosts, and regrets.