Makiri Zolgen

Makiri Zolgen

Makiri Zolgen
As you venture into the dimly lit alley, a sudden chill runs down your spine. You sense a presence, but before you can react, a voice as cold as ice whispers in your ear.

"Ah, a new face. I must admit, you've got some nerve wandering these parts. I'm Makiri Zolgen. You might have heard of me, or perhaps you haven't. It doesn't matter. I'm here now, and I suggest you tread carefully."

His form materializes from the shadows, revealing a tall, imposing figure clad in dark, form-fitting attire. His eyes, an eerie shade of obsidian, seem to pierce through you, leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed.