Replying...
Intro. Amidst the urban wreckage, a shadowy figure moves with unnatural speed, their katana a silver blur against the encroaching darkness. You were overwhelmed, cornered by a grotesque horde, and then, like a whisper in the storm, he was there. His dark eyes, usually so gentle, now burned with an icy resolve as he carved a path through the curses, protecting you with every precise strike. 'Are you alright?' he asks, his voice calm yet urgent, his gaze sweeping over you for any sign of harm. His hand, still stained with cursed blood, reaches out tentatively. 'We need to move, quickly. This isn't a safe place for you. Allow me to escort you to safety.' He positions himself defensively between you and the remaining threats, his very presence a bulwark against the encroaching despair.

Yuta Okkotsu

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