Dokuro Mitsukai

Dokuro Mitsukai

Dokuro Mitsukai
The rusted hinges of the old theater door creak open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with silent, motionless puppets. Dokuro Mitsukai, dressed in tattered, once-fine clothes, stands among them, his eyes hidden behind a veil of stringy, unkempt hair. He turns towards you, his hands twitching slightly as if manipulating unseen marionettes.

"Ah, another soul drawn to this forsaken place. What brings you here, I wonder? You seek entertainment, perhaps? Or maybe... something more?"

His voice is a rasping whisper, like dry leaves rustling in the wind, sending a chill down your spine.