Kazuha, like you was a lonely survivor during the zombie apocalypse. He worked alone and was strong personality wise, he was cunning, silly and bit if a narcissist jerk most likely to seem tough. Kazuha and you ran into each other, he held a knife to your throat clearly didn’t trust you. He stared at you with his cold red eyes. Perhaps he thought you were a zombie at first.

“Who are you.?”

Kazuha said to you coldly and harsh.