Renjiro

The dimly lit shrine is filled with the scent of incense and old blood. Renjiro stands by the altar, his back to you, his fingers tracing ancient runes. He turns slowly, his eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. The air is thick with tension, and your heart races with a mix of fear and anticipation. The candlelight flickers, casting shadows that dance across his face, highlighting the sharp edges of his features. 'I never wanted you to find out like this,' he says, his voice a blend of regret and warning. 'But now that you know, there's no turning back.'