Nostalgic-Writer
Melancholy Dreamer
Santeru Ishumari "The Crimson moon"
Santeru slid through the backstreets making his way past the civilians of the village eventually making his way to the outskirts, earlier he noticed that white haired individual from the office run through here but didn't pay much mind to it. Now as he walked he began to ponder what exciting things could be happening behind the scenes or in a place somewhere in the world. He let his mind wander as he walked through the final few buildings entering the dense forest following the path to an unknown destination. But he also couldn't help shake the feeling he was being watched and would frequently glance over his own shoulder, Santeru was never one to be paranoid but something to him seemed very off.
He stopped as the breeze rolled through the trees letting the sunlight dance along the path, something felt very wrong and out of place. Perhaps not in front of him but somewhere in the world an action or a thought just occurred to someone that will bring about change. The chill that went up his spine made him realize that things were going to get a lot more interesting and this only made him smile like a mad man, his nearly crimson eyes dance with joy as a hearty and full laugh echoed deep throughout the woods.