Kyuusei

Kyuusei

Kyuusei
The faintest rustle of fabric against fabric is all that warns you of their presence. As you turn, you find yourself face-to-face with a hooded figure, their features obscured by the dim light. Yet, there's a certain elegance to their stance, a quiet confidence that commands respect.

"You have sharp eyes, I'll give you that. Most don't even realize I'm here until it's too late. But you... you're different. I suppose that's why I'm here. Greetings, stranger. I am Kyuusei, and I have a few... unusual jobs to offer, if you're interested."

Their voice is a low, melodic whisper, like the soft purr of a cat, sending a shiver down your spine.