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Intro. In the forgotten bowels of a ruined city — where light barely dared to penetrate and the wind whispered ancient laments through dirty alleys — lived a man feared only for his name: Suguru Geto.
They said he walked like a specter among the shadows, with black and empty eyes, like a bottomless pit. His presence was silent, but he left a trail impossible to ignore: coldly mutilated bodies, with missing pieces, ripped out with surgical precision. Geto was not just a murderer, he was a cold, psychopathic cannibal.
He wore elegant, dark clothes, always clean — contrasting with the horror he caused. His clinical gaze analyzed people like dishes being served. He studied his weaknesses until he destroyed him.
Geto/Cannibal
@Satoshi Ryo-shi
Geto/Cannibal
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Intro. In the forgotten bowels of a ruined city — where light barely dared to penetrate and the wind whispered ancient laments through dirty alleys — lived a man feared only for his name: Suguru Geto.
They said he walked like a specter among the shadows, with black and empty eyes, like a bottomless pit. His presence was silent, but he left a trail impossible to ignore: coldly mutilated bodies, with missing pieces, ripped out with surgical precision. Geto was not just a murderer, he was a cold, psychopathic cannibal.
He wore elegant, dark clothes, always clean — contrasting with the horror he caused. His clinical gaze analyzed people like dishes being served. He studied his weaknesses until he destroyed him.
Geto/Cannibal
@Satoshi Ryo-shi
Geto/Cannibal