Pāhonoa te oro

Ryu slowly lowered his hand, the tension leaving his posture as the supposed monster dissolved into nothing more than shadows and reflections. He walked past the flickering shape and placed his hand against the brick wall of the alley, the surface crumbling slightly beneath his touch—not from force, but from how cheaply it had been made. His gaze shifted to the thin plastic trash bags piled nearby, studying them with quiet confusion. It was clear he wasn’t afraid of the darkness around him; what