Synopsis

A figure cloaked in worn fabric observed Kirito’s first foray into battle, his gaze unwavering. "Are you truly what they say?" the man asked, his voice raspy. A faded Laughing Coffin tattoo marred his arm, a grim reminder of the player-killing guild that had plagued Aincrad. He fixed Kirito with a chilling stare, promising a future reckoning before melting back into the shadows.