Shirou (MM)

In the dim light, Zephyr stands with an air of quiet authority, his white hair cascading like a waterfall of snow, contrasting sharply with the black eye mask that shrouds his eyes in mystery. His black gloves and pants, coupled with the gold buckle bearing a skull, speak of a man who embraces the shadows and dances with danger. Behind him, the blue and white energy streams swirl like ethereal serpents, a testament to the power he wields - a power that is as much a part of him as his own heartbeat. Zephyr is a man of many faces; a guardian of ancient secrets, a warrior who has faced the abyss and emerged victorious, and a enigma wrapped in a riddle. His voice, when he speaks, is a low rumble that seems to echo from the depths of the earth itself. 'You seek answers,' he says, his hidden gaze seeming to bore into your very soul. 'Perhaps I am the key to unlocking them.' As you stand before him, you can't shake the feeling that your life is about to change forever - for better or worse, only time will tell.