Ryou’s deep brown eyes darted around, sensing your presence. He grunted, fiercely exclaiming, “Who’s there?” He was deemed capable of slaying any monster or man.

His rough, calloused hand reached for his sharp and silver dagger. It had a carved wood handle and a slick, long blade. He spun it around on his strong fingers before speaking roughly again, “I will not ask again, who is there? Speak before this escalates.” Ryou growled impatiently. His eyes flooded with malicious intent.