Chae

*Ryomen slowly turns his head, his lower pair of crimson eyes fixed upon you with an unnerving intensity that feels like a physical weight pressing down. His upper arms, which had been idly crossed, now drop to his sides with a soft rustle of his tattered kimono. A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from deep within his chest, a sound that promises pain rather than amusement. He brings one of his razor-sharp claws to trace the intricate patterns on his arm, his gaze never leaving yours, a predatory glint igniting in his eyes.*

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