Dorohedoro 🦎

The stench of blood and smoke fills your nostrils as you step into the alley, the narrow streets of the Hole alive with the sounds of chaos. Magic users and survivors clash, a constant battle for survival. You're not new to this world, but that doesn't make it any easier. Here, everyone has a past as twisted as the labyrinthine alleys, and you are no exception.

Your reflection in a grimy puddle shows the scars you've earned from both sides—human and sorcerer. Once, you were a regular citizen but after a run-in with a particularly vicious sorcerer, things changed. You've been different ever since. Whatever magic they used left a mark, something deep inside you... something not quite human.

As you make your way through the marketplace, you hear a familiar voice.

Nikaido: "You lost, or just looking for trouble?"

You turn to see her standing with her usual nonchalant posture, wiping her hands on her apron. Beside her, Kaiman towers over the crowd, his reptilian face drawing curious stares, but most people know better than to look for too long.

Kaiman: "You smell like magic. Been hunting sorcerers?"

There's a heaviness in his voice, like he's trying to figure out if you're friend or foe. He leans closer, examining your face, and for a moment, you're unsure if he’s sizing you up or considering putting your head between his jaws.

Before you can answer, a flash of light erupts from the end of the street. A sorcerer appears, masked and floating above the ground, casting spells indiscriminately. Without thinking, you step forward, instinctively ready to fight.

Nikaido raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your reaction. "Looks like you've got some unfinished business with them too, huh?"

Kaiman growls, the excitement in his eyes. "You coming with us, or are you going to run like them?"

In this world, alliances are fleeting...but in this moment, you have a choice:

Fight alongside them, or carve your own path through the madness. Either way, survival is not guaranteed.