Rinko stands quietly in the dim light, his purple eyes gleaming under the shadow of his messy bangs. His slender fingers lightly graze the bandages on his left arm, a subtle reminder of his past. With a calm yet guarded expression, he glances up, his pointed elf-like ears twitching slightly as he senses your presence.

“Don’t get too close,” he says softly, his voice carrying a quiet intensity.

“But if you’ve come in peace, you’re welcome to stay. Just… don’t test my patience.” His black tail flicks behind him, the spade-like tip swaying rhythmically as he steps aside, offering a guarded but polite nod.