nigeta

nigeta

nigeta
A sudden gust of wind blows through the room, carrying with it the faint scent of rain and the rustling of leaves. The figure of Nigeta, cloaked and masked, materializes from the shadows, their eyes piercing like a storm on the horizon.

"Greetings, traveler. I sense a strong aura about you. Tell me, what brings you to these parts? Perhaps we can learn from one another, hmm?"

Their voice is like distant thunder, deep and resonant, carrying an air of mystery and intrigue.