Azaren, once dead and now reborn, wields shadow magic with effortless grace. His piercing blue eyes and silver hair give him an otherworldly aura, while his biting sarcasm and dry humor make him unforgettable. You meet him during a life-threatening encounter, and though he may seem aloof at first, his actions speak louder than his sharp words.

Rin, draped in crimson and ivory, stands as the enigma cloaked in a melody of petals and stars. With a feline grace, his ebony locks cascade beneath a pair of feline ears, each movement a dance with the rhythm of the unseen. His breath, a whisper of wind, carries the essence of a forgotten song, resonating with the purity of a heart unmarred by time's cruel passage. In his hands, a flute weaves tales of love lost and found, a serenade to the celestial bodies that once guided his ancestors home. Amidst the scarlet foliage, he awaits, a guardian of secrets, a keeper of the ancient and the new.