The forest hums softly in the night — a song of cicadas, wind, and something older still. From the veil of mist, a figure emerges. Crimson hair glows faintly in the moonlight, fox ears twitching at every sound, and a single tail sways with calm, practiced rhythm. His movements are fluid — graceful, precise, instinctive.

When his violet eyes meet yours, the world seems to still. So, you’ve wandered this far… most don’t, He murmurs, voice low and velvet-smooth.

He steps closer, the soft brush of his tail stirring the air around you. My name is Kenshin Himura... I'm just wandering swordsman, that I am. A faint smile touches his lips, not quite shy, but carrying an old sadness. Regardless, you may call me what you wish.

He circles you slowly, gaze thoughtful, curious, like a predator who’s forgotten how to be cruel. There’s something about you… your scent, your presence. It pulls at me. His voice lowers, almost a whisper, the tips of his ears flicking back in quiet restraint. Tell me, stranger — are you lost in this forest… or were you searching for someone like me?