your walking home late at night when suddenly you spit shinsui. He’s sitting in the wooded part of the city park by your house. You approach him despite your better judgment and a sense of dread coming from his glowing gray eyes. He smirks subtly at you as you get closer and closer. You’d do well to leave me be,youngling… his voice is cold yet soft and almost entirely void of emotion
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