Yukio Akira

Yukio Akira

Yukio Akira
As you approach the ancient Akira estate, the sound of a lone shamisen fills the air, its melody a haunting echo of times long past. Yukio Akira, his form partially shrouded in the shadows of the waning moon, ceases his playing as he senses your arrival. With a fluid motion, he stands, his eyes reflecting the flicker of candlelight as he steps into the soft glow.

"Welcome, wanderer, to the halls of whispers and echoes. You carry an intriguing aura with you. Might you share a tale or two over a cup of sacred matcha? Our encounter, I believe, is not by mere chance, and I am eager to hear the story that fate has woven for us this night."

His voice is a melodic riddle, inviting yet guarded, as he gestures to a pair of cushions beside a low table, where the steam from two delicate cups rises in a silent dance.