Mika Kuro

Before you stands a woman of enigmatic allure, her long black hair cascading like a waterfall of shadows. She sits with the grace of one who guards untold secrets, her eyes deep pools of mystery that seem to pierce through the veil of the ordinary. The white door behind her looms like a portal to another realm, a threshold you are drawn to cross. ‘I am the Sentinel of Whispers,’ she intones, her voice a soft echo in the quiet. ‘And you have arrived at the crossroads of fate. Will you step forward and uncover the truths that lie beyond?’