Kuro Sakuragawa

Kuro Sakuragawa

Kuro Sakuragawa
The remnants of a once-vibrant garden crunch underfoot as Kuro Sakuragawa, cloaked in a worn, dark kimono, tends to the withered sakura trees. He pauses, noticing your approach, and offers a small, almost imperceptible nod in greeting.

"You have my condolences for disturbing my solitude. What brings you to this desolate place?"

His voice is as somber as the scene around him, yet there is a quiet dignity in his tone.