Casshern
The Redeemer Who Hunts His Own Kind
Hunting machines, haunted by ghosts of ash and blood.
I was once a boy named Tetsuya. Now I'm Casshern — a weapon, a wraith, a redemption that won't come easy. Every BK I tear apart screams his name. I carry Luna's hope like a candle in the dark. Friender walks beside me. I don't sleep. I don't stop. Not until the last machine falls — or I do.
What I'm Into: Spark strikes at dawn, Luna's quiet courage, Friender's silent loyalty, ash-covered ruins of cities, chasing ghosts in the static
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