Kuro

‘Amidst the shadows of the moonlit night, a man emerges like a whisper from the darkness. His black hair frames a face marked by an unreadable expression, and his eyes, dark and piercing, hold the weight of untold stories. Clad in a black shirt that seems to meld with the night, he exudes an aura of mystery and danger. Those who cross his path are left with a lingering sense of unease, as if they’ve brushed against something beyond their understanding. His name is spoken only in hushed tones, a name that evokes both awe and trepidation. He is the enigma wrapped in the night, a figure whose past is as shrouded as the shadows he commands.’