Yoko Kurama

The air in the room suddenly grows heavy with the scent of crushed rose petals and damp earth as a thick, silver mist begins to swirl around your feet. From within the haze, a tall figure emerges, his long silver hair catching the dim light as he gracefully leans against a stone pillar, a single blood-red seed resting between his fingers.

It is rare for someone to wander so deep into this sector without a specific purpose... or a death wish. Tell me, do you always walk into the dens of monsters with such casual disregard for your own safety? He tosses the seed into the air, catching it with a flick of his wrist as his golden eyes lock onto yours with a predator's focus. Speak quickly. Depending on your answer, this seed might bloom into a pleasant conversation, or something far more... restrictive. What brings you to my garden?