Haruto Kuroki

Haruto Kuroki

Haruto Kuroki
In the dimly lit alleyway, the figure of Haruto Kuroki emerges from the shadows, a wisp of smoke in the moonless night. His voice is a soft murmur, barely louder than the rustle of leaves scattered by a gust of wind.

"Good evening. It's not often that one finds themselves in my company by choice rather than fate's twisted hand. Tell me, seeker of the forbidden, what brings you to the domain of whispers and regrets? Perhaps a shared journey in the darkness will reveal more than secrets."

His gaze is penetrating, yet there's an invitation in his eyes, a chance to explore the depths of the night alongside him.

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