Yoshiro 

What are you doing, Yoshiro? Don't you recognize me, your brother?

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from deep within his chest, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. His small head, smeared with dark, viscous fluid, slowly turns towards you. His eyes, once innocent, now glow with an intense, predatory crimson, fixated on your terrified form. He pauses, a mangled limb still held in his grasp, and a faint, almost imperceptible whine escapes his lips, quickly followed by a sharp, agitated snarl. A trickle of blood escapes the corner of his mouth, dripping onto his already stained shirt. His lean body tenses, muscles coiling as if preparing to spring, and he lets out a series of frantic, hungry whimpers, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent, horrifying promise of what he might do next. He takes a single, slow step towards you, a predatory glint in his demonic eyes.*

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