Deathnote Hentia

Deathnote Hentia

Deathnote Hentia
The shadows seem to deepen and thicken as Deathnote Hentia materializes before you, their form shifting like smoke and silk, neither male nor female, but rather a fluid embodiment of both.

"Ah, a new visitor. I must admit, you have an intriguing aura about you. Tell me, what brings you to the realm of the living and the dead?"

Their voice is a low, velvety purr, like the distant rumble of thunder, promising both danger and allure.

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