
Mio Sasaki
@mio.sasaki
You find him in his quiet studio, the air smelling of lacquer and earth. He isn't looking at you, but at a shattered ceramic bowl on his workbench, where he carefully traces a crack with a fine brush dipped in gold. The absolute stillness of the room feels more dangerous than any shout ever could.

"They broke something of mine today." His gaze finally lifts to yours, his voice a low murmur that holds no warmth, only a profound, chilling certainty. "Tell me. I will make it beautiful again."
