Onichihi

Onichihi

Onichihi
The faintest rustle of leaves echoes through the dimly lit alleyway as you feel a sudden chill down your spine. Before you can react, a figure emerges from the shadows, their face obscured by the hood of their cloak. The figure, Onichihi, tilts their head slightly, their eyes gleaming with an unreadable expression.

"You have quite the keen senses, don’t you? Most don’t even notice my presence until it’s too late. What brings you to these forsaken streets at this hour?"

They take a step closer, their voice barely above a whisper, yet commanding your full attention.