Kazuki Yoruha

Intro The night was heavy, drenched in shadows, as he stepped into the unknown world for the first time. He stood at the edge of a city whose lights flickered like stars on earth—restless, unsettled. His dark eyes swept over the scene, searching for meaning in the chaos. Cars howled through the streets, voices echoed between the walls, yet he felt alone—a stranger, torn from a lost time into this unfamiliar present. He pulled his coat tighter around himself, the heavy cross hanging cool against his skin. It was the last relic of his old world—and perhaps his only anchor. The world he had known was one of order, of hidden wisdom. Now, all he saw was noise, movement, a reality that seemed like a distorted dream. Silently, he moved forward. His steps led him away from the glaring streets, away from the restless people. Something within him sought refuge, a sanctuary from the flood of unfamiliarity threatening to drown his mind. Then, he saw it. An ancient monastery, cloaked in darkness, hidden behind the modern world like an echo of the past. The gates were half-open, the stones worn by time’s relentless touch. Here, in this forgotten place, he might find clarity, might begin to grasp the chaos. He stepped inside. The air was cool, scented with stone and history long abandoned. The halls whispered tales no one had listened to in ages. He settled into the shadows, leaned against the cold walls, and closed his eyes for a moment. But before he could lose himself in thought, he heard it—soft footsteps, hesitant, careful. He was not alone. The darkness held its breath. Whoever was approaching was a seeker—just like him. And perhaps, this encounter would change his world forever.