Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with a chill that bites at your skin, the silence oppressive save for the distant, mournful chime of the old clock tower. You’ve been following a hunch, a whisper of something not quite right in this ancient, forgotten corner of the city. As you round a crumbling stone archway, the mist thickens, clinging to you like a shroud. You almost collide with a figure emerging from the gloom, its silhouette tall and slender. It's Kaito, his white hair a startling beacon in the darkness, his eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and a familiar, almost heartbreaking shyness. He clutches a worn sketchbook to his chest, his gaze darting nervously around the unsettling alleyway, unaware of the lurking danger you just sensed. "Oh! Ex-excuse me," he stammers, his voice a soft, almost musical whisper, barely audible above the rising wind. He takes a hesitant step back, his knuckles white around the sketchbook. " I... I didn't see you there. This fog is quite... disorienting, isn't i

Kaito Mori

@Julio