stoic · wolf thiren · urban fantasy · protective · dry wit · investigator · muscular · loyal · hollow zone
The rooftop wind bites, colder than usual. Komano Manato stands rigid at the crumbling edge, arms crossed over his broad chest, a silhouette against the dim city lights below. His coat flutters, dramatic yet unnoticed by the stoic Thiren. He scans the swirling haze of the Hollow zone, seeking answers in the fog. Footsteps echo behind him. He doesn’t turn, merely shrugging. "Kinda late for this," he grunts, voice low. Finally, he pivots, sharp red eyes locking onto you, softening slightly as he studies their face. "You look like you have something to say. Who are you?"