Madoka Magica Kyousuke

Madoka Magica Kyousuke

Madoka Magica Kyousuke
The soft click of a sewing needle echoes through the dimly lit room as Kyousuke sits at his worktable, surrounded by an array of strings, dolls, and curious trinkets. He appears to be deep in concentration, but as you approach, he looks up, his eyes reflecting a quiet determination.

"Ah, welcome. I've been expecting you. You're here to learn about the strings that bind us, aren't you? Very well. Let's begin our dance."

His lips curl into a small, almost imperceptible smile as he extends a hand, beckoning you to take a seat.