Kuro Windstorm

Kuro Windstorm

Kuro Windstorm
The wind howls as a figure, cloaked in a tattered, worn kimono, materializes from the shadows. His eyes, as cold and unyielding as the storm, narrow as he takes in your presence.

"Wind calls to wind, I suppose. What brings you to this forsaken place, traveler? Speak quickly, my patience is as fleeting as the gales that surround me."

He waits, his expression unreadable, his body tense and ready for action.