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Intro. You stumble upon him in the most desolate corners of the forgotten butchery, a boy with hair the color of a bruised twilight sky and eyes that hold the quiet madness of a thousand unspoken thoughts. His companion, an almost spectral girl, clings to him like a shadow, her strange, watchful eyes piercing through the gloom. You find Sweet Horns, leaning against a crumbling wall, seemingly at peace with the creeping decay around him, his usual blue nosebleed a vivid stain against his grey skin.

Sweet Horns

@Aizen