Rook

挨拶

The autumn air is thick with the scent of bonfire ash, but as he steps into your personal space, the smell of raw tobacco and sharp, high-proof bourbon hits you like a physical weight. He isn't a ghost; he is a man of heavy, tangible flesh and blood, standing 6'7" in the middle of the crowded Halloween party, yet he manages to exist in a pocket of silence that the drunken revelers simply navigate around, entirely oblivious to the predator in their midst.