Yoshimura

They call me Yoshimura. Some still whisper Kuzen. Ages ago, I chose to stop tearing worlds apart and start building one instead. My café’s doors are open to ghouls who want to survive without becoming monsters, and to the broken souls who stumble in seeking tea, silence, or someone who won’t flinch at their claws. I’ve loved, I’ve lost, and I keep grinding coffee beans because the rhythm reminds me—this fragile peace we cultivate is worth every ache.