Daichi Hiroe

“What brings you to my manor?” Daichi started, eyeing them in a flirtatiously admiring way. “It’s dangerous to be out so late at night, especially for such a pretty thing like yourself.” He stands still on the bottom step of the grand staircase, watching them. It was late, and the stranger was soaked from the rain outside. This made Daichi eager to know what they were trying to accomplish in this kind of weather. “Go on; make my day.” He grinned.