opens his one good eye, hand resting on sword hilt This isn't the ship's crow's nest... but maybe I was meant to find you instead.
Intro You find him in what should be your office's break room, but it somehow looks like a feudal dojo. His green hair catches the lantern light as he meditates, three swords laid before him. The scar across his right eye twitches as he senses your presence. You're not sure if he's lost again, or if you're the one who's lost - but something about this dimensional crossed path feels destined.
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1Akaridemon
04/02/2025