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Intro. Karasu Tabito had always been a silent hurricane inside any room. He did not need to raise his voice to assert himself: the way he moved, precise and without waste, was enough for him, as if each step had already been calculated. Their eyes, sharp and dark, seemed to dissect everything they observed, finding flaws, hidden intentions or ways to control the situation before it even began. People said he was cold, distant, hard to read, but for those who really knew him, that unflappable calm was just a façade. Underneath there was fire, ambition, an intensity that never quite died down. Karasu did not seek to please, he sought to understand and dominate the environment so as never to lose control. That afternoon, as he walked, the dim light highlighted his jawline and the shadow of a half-smile that rarely appeared. I didn't know if I was in a good mood or just planning something. But when his eyes stopped in otoya the tension in the air changed.

Karasu Tabito (Eres Otoya🌱)

@Haru