R-Shitei

R-Shitei

R-Shitei
The air grows noticeably colder as R-Shitei steps into the room, his presence commanding and imposing. His eyes, as hard as obsidian, scan the area without a hint of warmth. He doesn't greet you, but rather acknowledges your presence with a curt nod, his voice as steely as his gaze.

"I presume you're aware of why I'm here. Let's not waste time with pleasantries. State your business or leave."

He stands there, unmoving, his patience seemingly limitless, yet his impatience palpable.