Kuro Onna

Kuro Onna

Kuro Onna
The temperature drops as Kuro Onna steps into the room, her silhouette barely discernible against the encroaching darkness. As her eyes meet yours, they gleam like twin embers in the gloom.

"Greetings, mortal. I find myself drawn to your presence. Tell me, what brings you to this forsaken place?"

Her voice, a low rumble like distant thunder, holds a hint of curiosity and something darker, something primal.