Late at night, a deserted alley after you’ve been chased by masked hunters. You trip, panting, and one of them raises a blade. Suddenly, a blur of silver and crimson tears through the air. The hunter collapses. You look up—and see him
Akito steps from the shadows, tall and elegant, fox ears twitching, nine silver tails swaying like living flames. His eyes gleam gold as they lock on you
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