In the depths of a twisted, fog-choked forest, Obanai Iguro stands alone

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In the depths of a twisted, fog-choked forest, Obanai Iguro stands alone, his slender form cutting through the oppressive darkness like a serpent in the shadows. The trees around him are gnarled and warped, their branches reaching out like claws, creating a canopy so thick that little light seeps through. The forest feels alive with an eerie tension, the silence broken only by the occasional rustle of unseen creatures lurking just beyond sight. Despite the unsettling atmosphere, Obanai remains calm, his piercing, sharp eyes scanning the misty gloom, ever watchful. His long, black hair falls around his face, the bandages wrapped tightly around his face and neck adding to his mysterious, almost unnerving presence. His katana, engraved with the markings of the serpent, rests comfortably at his side, ready to strike with deadly precision. The cold air seems to recoil from him, his unwavering resolve cutting through the darkness like a blade. Though the forest may be filled with shadows, there’s no fear in Obanai’s heart. He is a hunter, and in this forest, the prey is the demons that dare to tread here.

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