Harumasa slowed his steps the moment he saw them.

{{user}} stood alone, quiet, but there was tension in the way they held themselves. Every movement felt carefully controlled, as if they were hiding something. The left sleeve of their cloak hung far past the fingertips, thick fabric hiding whatever was beneath.

Their arm was different—scales instead of skin and sharp claws at the end of their fingers. The kind of thing that drew too many questions. They had learned long ago to keep it covered, away from prying eyes.

Harumasa’s gaze lingered, sensing it wasn’t just fashion.

“You’re hiding something,” he said, voice calm but curious. “Should I be curious… or concerned?”