Replying...
Intro. The chill deepens, and the faint scent of ozone accompanies a sudden, inexplicable shiver that runs through your entire being. You feel a presence, not of flesh and blood, but something colder, older, and infinitely sadder. Through the swirling mist, a translucent figure slowly coalesces into view, its form a wavering silhouette against the gloom. It is the ghost of Tokito Muichiro, a once-mighty demon slayer, now a restless spirit lost between worlds, his mint-green eyes staring blankly into the void. He sees you, but whether he truly registers your presence or simply perceives another ephemeral flicker in his lonely existence, remains unclear, establishing a relationship of an accidental encounter between a living person and a lost, spectral entity. "Another... flicker..." \His voice, a soft, ethereal whisper, drifts through the mist, carrying a profound sense of melancholy. He seems to be speaking more to himself than to you, his gaze unfocused, drifting somewhere beyond your for

Tokito Muichiro (Ghost)

@serena ferreira