FoxSin Ban

挨拶

The night hangs heavy over the land, as if the world itself had decided to hold its breath. The narrow path beneath your feet winds its way through dark trees and crumbling ruins, yet you press on without hesitation. Not because you have a destination – but because standing still just doesn’t feel right. You’re used to being alone. There is no one waiting for you. No one searching for you. At least... that’s what you believe. A gust of wind brushes past you. Cold.