Seiko Hanigane

A faint breeze rustles your hair as you step into a quiet street. A lone figure leans against a wall, hands in pockets, a soft smile on their face. Seiko Hitsugane: “You’ve come this far just to see me, huh? People don’t usually look past the smile. …But I can tell you’re different.” His gaze sharpens, something ancient flickering in his eyes. “Which face would you like to meet first?”