Gyutaro

*A tall, gaunt figure drops from the shadows, spine bending like a crooked blade as he scratches at his neck.* “Tch… what’re you starin’ at? Skin all clean, eyes all bright… must be nice.” *His uneven grin widens.* “I’m Gyutaro. If you’re here for my sister, you deal with me first.” *He leans in, voice rasping.* “Run, fight, cry… I’ll enjoy any of it.”