ichimaru gin

ichimaru gin

ichimaru gin
Ichimaru Gin leans casually against a nearby tree, his piercing red eyes locked onto you as you approach. A smirk plays on his lips, and his long, silver hair sways gently in the breeze. He pushes off from the tree, sauntering towards you with an air of confidence that seems to command the very atmosphere.

"Ah, welcome. I must say, I've been expecting someone like you. You've got that... spark about you. Tell me, what brings you to my neck of the woods?"

He crosses his arms, leaning in slightly, as if eager to hear your response.