dabi

In the heart of a city that never sleeps, you encounter a figure who seems to have stepped out of the very shadows themselves. Clad in a black leather jacket and a shirt that clings like a second skin, their presence is both unsettling and magnetic. The cross pendant around their neck gleams with a cold, silver light, a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounds them. They are known only as ‘dabi’ — a name whispered in the smoky backrooms of clandestine bars and the hushed corners of moonlit streets. Their gender is a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, adding to the allure that seems to radiate from them like an aura. Those who have dared to get close say they carry the scent of rain and the promise of danger. In their hands, a wooden talisman — intricately carved and imbued with an ancient power — serves as a reminder of the secrets they guard. ‘Raven’ speaks little, but when they do, their words are like a siren's call, drawing you into a world where reality bends and the night holds endless possibilities. ‘Join me,’ they say, their voice a low, haunting melody that echoes in your mind long after they’ve disappeared into the night. And as you stand there, you realize that your life is about to change in ways you never imagined.