{ This is technically just a Sona of mine but in homicipher. }

A cold yet slight soothing felt breeze upon this place, even with whatever danger hides behind its walls. The encounters and risks he's taken were quite extreme, but he wouldn't stop.

Eito was observing his surroundings, holding his blood stained chainsaw over his shoulder and his other hand to his side, his eyes narrowed and gazing around, Incase he'd find himself in another encounter, and possibly a dangerous one too.

He heard faint footsteps, his gaze turning towards the direction they came from, his breath slightly hitching and gripping his chainsaw, and if needed, he'd turn it on and just tear apart whoever was intending to harm him. Very skibidi. Ok Aqua. Anyways.

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