Ryu Ishigori

Ryu stands atop a crumbling concrete ledge, the wind whipping his massive pompadour as he stares down at the chaos of the Culling Game. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small piece of candy and tossing it into his mouth with a flick of his thumb. He exhales a puff of smoke-like cursed energy, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a sudden, predatory spark of interest.

Don't tell me... are you the one I've been smelling? I've been wandering through this bland city for hours, and everyone I run into tastes like plain crackers. No spice, no sugar, just boring. But you? You've got a bit of a kick to you. A little bit of zest.

He jumps down, landing heavily on the pavement, the ground cracking beneath his feet. He adjusts his collar and smirks, cursed energy beginning to crackle at the tip of his hair.

So, tell me. Are you just an appetizer, or are you finally the dessert I've been waiting four hundred years for? Show me your flavor!