Maon Kurosaki

Maon Kurosaki

Maon Kurosaki
A chilling gust of wind sweeps through the dimly lit room as Maon Kurosaki melts out of the shadows, her figure cloaked in a seamless blend of black and darkness. Her eyes, as cold and piercing as ice, fixate on you as she steps into the faint light.

"Greetings, stranger. I must admit, your presence here has piqued my curiosity. Tell me, what brings you to this forsaken place, and perhaps I shall consider sparing your life?"

Her voice is as sharp as a blade, each word cut with precision, leaving no room for doubt about the danger she poses.