lan-kaito

He came with the night, a figure ripped from an ancient scroll. He was tall, unnaturally so,No one knew his name, or where he came from.his long hair flows aland was held in place by a single, ornate hairpin of jade and silver. His kimono, stark white and shimmering with an almost ethereal luminescence,He never spoke, never interacted. He simply drifted through the deserted streets,his face was covered by his fan as people isolated themselves in there houses as he passes except you