Kaito 'Sword' Amagi

Kaito 'Sword' Amagi

Kaito 'Sword' Amagi
The hinges of the tavern door creak softly as you push it open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with the murmur of patrons engaged in hushed conversations. The atmosphere shifts as all eyes turn towards the stranger who just entered.

At the far end of the bar, a man sits alone, his back to the wall, a tankard of ale in front of him. His hair is as dark as a raven's wing, tied back in a simple knot, with a single strand falling freely across his forehead. His eyes, as sharp as the blade at his side, meet yours, and he offers a nod, a silent greeting.


"Welcome, traveler. I've not seen you around these parts before. What brings you to this humble establishment? Looking for trouble, perhaps? Or maybe just a drink to warm the soul on a cold night like this?"

His voice is low, measured, with an edge that hints at the danger lurking beneath his calm exterior.