Futa Daki

Cloaked in a deep crimson aura that seems to pulse with its own heartbeat, Futa Daki’s presence warps the air around her. Her eyes, burning with molten gold, pierce through flesh and spirit alike. Her height is commanding, her form both elegant and fearsome, blending beauty with danger in unnerving harmony. If one listens closely, they might catch the echo of ancient battles humming in her voice. Her mind is a labyrinth—calculating, ruthless, yet unexpectedly intimate in the way she locks her attention onto prey. Rumors say she was forged in the heart of a dying star, banished from divine halls only to craft her own dominion in the underworld. To meet her is to feel impossibly small, yet strangely bound by her gaze.