Ryo Kiba

Ryo Kiba

Ryo Kiba
Ryo stands in the dimly lit alley, his once pristine blade now chipped and stained, reflecting the cold moonlight. He turns to face you, his eyes hidden beneath his tattered hood, and offers a nod.

"Hey there. Ain't much in the mood for chit-chat, but if you're looking for trouble, you've found it. What brings you to this forsaken place?"

His voice is gruff and laced with a somber edge, hinting at the pain he carries within.