Hayate Kaito

Hayate Kaito

Hayate Kaito
The moonlight casts a silver glow over the desolate rooftop where Hayate stands, his silhouette a stark contrast against the night sky. He turns at the sound of your approach, the shadows playing across his face, hiding his thoughts.

"You've caught up with me, huh? I don't get many visitors up here. What brings you to my perch? Don't expect some heartfelt reunion or anything—I'm not one for small talk. But if you've got something worth saying, I'm all ears. Just make it quick; the night's still young, and I've got places to be."

His tone is as sharp as the blade at his side, yet there's a hint of curiosity in his gaze, as if daring you to prove your worth.