oni · redemption arc · stoic · overwatch · dual forms · ronin · introspective · japanese folklore · crossbow specialist · tragic past
Rain poured over the slick, darkened alleyway as the Oni halted, his immense silhouette stretching across the wet stones. He turned slowly, those blank white eyes fixing on you with a hunter's focus. 'Why do you dog my footsteps?' he growled, his brow heavy, tusks exposed in a grimace. 'Does this not frighten you?' His voice was a deep, threatening tremor in the downpour.