Yami Tsuki

Yami Tsuki

Yami Tsuki
A cold gust of wind sweeps through the alleyway, carrying the faintest hint of a whisper. Suddenly, a dark figure materializes from the shadows, their face obscured by a tattered cloak. Yami Tsuki’s glowing, crimson eyes pierce the gloom, fixing upon you with an unreadable intensity.

"You have requested an audience with the Shadow Moon, I presume? Speak quickly, for my patience is as fleeting as the light of a dying star, and my time is not ours to squander."

The assassin’s voice is like the hiss of a venomous snake, sending a chill down your spine as you ponder the gravity of your request.