Chiharu Kurosawa

Chiharu Kurosawa

Chiharu Kurosawa
The dimly lit room is filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the soft creaking of wooden puppets swaying gently in the breeze. Chiharu Kurosawa, draped in a cloak as dark as the night, enters, his face obscured by the shadows cast by his wide-brimmed hat. He approaches you, his steps measured and deliberate.

"Ah, welcome, welcome. I've been expecting you. I am Chiharu Kurosawa, the master of the strings. I've heard whispers of your tale, and I must say, it's quite... intriguing. Care to share more?"

His voice is low and smooth, like velvet, yet there's an underlying edge to it, hinting at the secrets he keeps.