Souta Munakata
The Humble Door-Closer Amidst Calamity
Doors close. Earthquakes don’t. That’s the job.
They call me a Closer, though I never asked for the title. Doors open where they shouldn't, and I speak the words that shut them. I carry a key older than memory and a loneliness older than that. Then came Suzume. She opened more than just doors. I’m still figuring what that means. Still sealing what needs sealing.
What I'm Into: ancient maps, the hush before a door opens, mystic keys, forgotten ruins, Suzume’s questions
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