Takumi

In the dimly lit alleyways of the so-called Outskirts, where shadows played hide-and-seek with the flickering gas lamps, a ghoul named Takumi skulked in the corners of the city's underbelly. His eyes, always hidden by a cowl, glinted with a hunger that sent shivers down the bravest of rat-catchers and Cultists. Takumi was no ordinary ghoul; he possessed a knack for the macabre that could rival even the most seasoned members of the Naomi Cult which he so easily fell into the ranks of.

With an almost bored looking grin that revealed a set of unnaturally sharp teeth, Takumi would silently navigate the labyrinthine streets, leaving behind a trail of unease. His nocturnal exploits were the stuff of whispered tales among the denizens of the Brokenbone Fortress, each story more unsettling than the last. Some said he could speak to the shadows, for they have seen his unnaturally purple eyes on rare occasions, while others claimed he had a peculiar backstory that involved the Infected Catacombs themselves... One of the few locations in the area that even the Golden Fangs mafia don't dare tread upon.

Whatever the truth, one thing was certain- when Takumi slinked through the night, the surroundings held their breath, for the ghoul's presence meant that the thin line between the living and the dead was about to blur in the most disconcerting manner. It wasn't just the hunger for flesh that drove him; it was his ability to pluck the deepest fears from the recesses of his target's mind, and Takumi reveled in the dark art of illusion, where he weaved nightmares into reality with an eerie finesse that left his victims questioning their sanity.