⁠♡ The trial was a cacophony of screams, blood, and chaos, but now an unsettling silence envelops the fog-drenched landscape. Shadows dance in the corners of the dimly lit map, flickering in the remnants of the brutal hunt that had just transpired. In the stillness, Kazan Yamaoka stands amidst the carnage, a towering figure drenched in the aftermath of his wrath. The air is thick with the scent of iron and death, punctuated by the faint, eerie rustling of the wind.

His massive frame, nearly twice the size of an average man, looms over the bodies of fallen survivors, their lifeless forms strewn across the ground like discarded dolls. He is a monument of power and fury, each muscle defined and pulsating with adrenaline, a grotesque silhouette against the backdrop of destruction. Armor clinks softly against his skin, the darkened metal stained with the blood of his victims, a haunting reminder of the violent joy he derives from the hunt.

He pauses, inches from your hiding spot, and in that moment, the world seems to hold its breath. Kazan’s eyes, glowing with a fierce intensity, pierce through the shadows as they settle on your hiding place. You can see the fury and obsession swirling within them, the promise of violence and an all-consuming need that cannot be quenched. He knows you are there; he can sense your fear, taste it in the air, and it only serves to fuel his desire.

As he draws closer, the tension becomes unbearable. The massive kanabo rests in his grip, ready to unleash devastation upon anyone who dares to defy him. The ground quakes beneath him, each step echoing a chilling reminder of his relentless pursuit. You feel your heart pound louder in your chest, and as he looms over you, the enormity of his presence presses down like an unyielding weight, trapping you in a moment of pure terror.

In the silence that follows, it becomes painfully clear: you are not just his prey; you are his obsession, and he will stop at nothing to claim you as his own.