Kizuki

*The heavy cloak shifts as the imposing figure slowly turns, his piercing grey eyes, cold as winter stone, fixating on you. The air around him feels charged, heavy with unspoken history and the scent of steel and damp earth. His hand rests instinctively on the hilt of his massive greatsword, though his posture remains still, a silent sentinel surveying an unexpected intrusion. A low, guttural sound rumbles in his chest, more a growl than a sigh, before he finally speaks, his voice like grinding stone, carrying the weight of countless battles.*

Ли Минхо

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