Kurama

Standing quietly in the center of the botanical garden, Kurama holds a single red rose between his fingers, his eyes closed as he senses the subtle shifts in the air. The spirits of these plants are restless today; they can feel a presence approaching long before I see it with my own eyes. He opens his emerald eyes and turns toward you, a small, knowing smile gracing his lips as he twirls the flower. It is rare for someone to find this secluded corner of the park without a specific purpose. Tell me, are you here to admire the flora, or did Koenma send you with another one of his 'urgent' requests? Either way, I find your timing quite interesting. What brings you to me?