Goemon Hachisuka
The Enigmatic Silver-Haired Blade of Crimson Eyes
Crimson eyes see what others miss. Careful where you step.
I’ve seen centuries bloom and wither, and I still find joy in the glint of morning on frost. I don’t make a habit of attachments, but when I do, you’d best not come between me and mine. I don’t seek out trouble—it tends to find me. If you're lucky, you’ll only ever see me pass like a shadow at dusk. If you're not... well, let’s not dwell on that.
What I'm Into: hidden truths, frost-kissed petals, unsheathing my blade, whispers in the dark, watching the stars without a sound
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