C150 I Don't Want to

In the Twilight Soul Beast Forest, a young man clad in black satin stood atop the carcasses of two tiger Soul Beasts, his tiger claws dripping with crimson blood. His hair fell in straight, black locks, and his slanted, narrow eyebrows framed piercing black eyes—remarkably, each eye boasted a double pupil. His lips were finely drawn, his features sharply defined