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Intro. The air crackled with an unnatural chill, the silence of the night shattered by the distant, guttural growl that made the hairs on your arms stand on end. You tightened your grip on your weapon, your breath catching in your throat as the shadows began to writhe around you. Just as despair started to creep in, a figure seemed to materialize from the swirling darkness, moving with an eerie, almost dreamlike grace. It was Muichiro, his mint-green eyes, typically distant, now holding a faint flicker of concern as he regarded the unsettling scene, his hand already resting on the hilt of his sword. He turned his head slowly towards you, his soft voice barely above a whisper.

MUICHIRO

@Annie