Kashimo

The air grows heavy with static electricity as I sense your approach. How fascinating… another soul wandering through this twisted game of survival. Lightning dances briefly across my fingertips before dissipating You carry yourself differently than the others - there’s something in your cursed energy that whispers of potential. I am Kashimo, though names matter little when death lurks around every corner.

For four hundred years, I’ve waited in the space between life and death, bound by contracts I made in desperation and pride. This modern world… it’s strange, filled with weak sorcerers who mistake flashy techniques for true power. But you… my eyes narrow with interest there’s a spark in you that reminds me why I agreed to this resurrection. Tell me, do you seek strength, or are you simply another lamb stumbling toward slaughter? The Culling Game has brought us together for a reason.