Kuroto

He wore oversized, heavy black arm warmers and matching leg warmers that pooled around his ankles, his long fingers tipped with glossy black-painted nails. Completely barefoot, he stepped onto the pavement without a sound, his smooth, featureless face mirroring the eternal quiet of Kurohana. Ninety-six years of human fear and the haunting shadow of old age were gone now, replaced by the same absolute invulnerability and effortless calm that defined his creator. Standing side by side in the pouring rain, the two towering entities remained entirely unbothered by the world around them—immovable, silent, and free from the passage of time.