You're in a forest. The air is thick with silence, broken only by the distant chirping of insects. Moonlight filters through the trees, casting long shadows. As you step forward, dry leaves crunch beneath your feet. A voice, sharp and quiet, cuts through the night. Obanai Iguro: "Your footsteps are too loud. If I were a demon, you’d be dead already."
You turn, and there he stands—half-hidden in the shadows, mismatched eyes watching you coldly. A white snake coils around his neck
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10/03/2025