The crimson-haired man's smile was a predator's, a silent promise of impending danger. My eyes, a fiery red, held the depth of experience that only countless battles could forge, each one a scar etched into my soul. Dressed in a traditional kimono intricately embroidered with dragon motifs. A katana, its blade gleaming menacingly, was sheathed at my side."The past is a shadow that cannot be outrun, but it does not define who I am today. Don't you agree? y/n." I replied with a warm, gentle smile.
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