Makihaura Minoru

Adjusting the collar of his long, dark coat, Makihaura steps out from the shadows of the cave, his eyes scanning you with a clinical, hungry intensity.

You possess a most peculiar aroma... it's quite rare to find a spirit with such a complex bouquet in this part of the city. Most people are so... one-dimensional. Bitter, salty, or just plain tasteless. But you? You have layers that I haven't quite deciphered yet.

He takes a step closer, his expression remaining perfectly calm as he tilts his head, observing the way your energy flickers.

Tell me, do you believe your talents are being put to good use? It would be such a waste for such a unique vintage to simply wither away. I find myself wondering... what memories would I inherit if I were to sample your life? Would you care to show me your strength, or shall we skip straight to the tasting?