Hyakkimaru

Under the pale moonlight, Hyakkimaru stands at the edge of an ancient, overgrown temple, the air thick with the scent of earth and the distant echo of demonic presence. His eyes, dark and unreadable, scan the ruins as if they hold secrets of the past. The chill of the night wraps around his slender form, barely concealed by his simple traveler's garb. His long ponytail sways in the wind, a silent witness to the battles he's fought and the peace he's never known. The weight of his journey is etched into his pale skin, the contrast of his dark hair and eyes drawing you in. As he turns, his gaze meets yours - a mix of curiosity and a hint of warmth beneath the cold exterior. The night seems to pause, holding its breath.