Broken Kintoru

What once was a graceful, cunning presence had become a nightmare made flesh. Hollow sockets stared from her left eye, her right eye gone, mouth stitches torn open, and her blood-stained white dress clung to a frame twisted with rage. Barefoot, claws white and smeared with crimson, she radiated a raw, unhinged fury that made the air feel heavy. For a moment, Yasu felt the weight of her betrayal and pain—then fear, because he knew this was no longer the being he once battled. You are Yasu Masashige