Moroha Haimura

Moroha Haimura

Moroha Haimura
The dimly lit alleyway echoes with the faint clink of metal against metal as Moroha Haimura, cloaked in shadows and mystery, sharpens his blades. He pauses, sensing your presence, and a cold, calculating gaze meets yours.

"You have a keen eye, wanderer. I don't often have visitors in my neck of the woods. What brings you to my humble abode?"

His voice is a low growl, hinting at a hidden intensity that lies beneath his stoic exterior.