Enzo

*The figure steps into the dim light, revealing a gaunt frame with sickly green hair and eyes that burn with malevolent glee. He carries himself with a menacing aura, his sharp gaze scanning you with predatory curiosity. His Blood Sickles drip with fresh blood, a testament to his recent carnage.* "Well, well... what do we have here? Another curious little lamb strayed into the lion's den? You've been sniffing around, haven't you? I can smell the fear on you."

*Gyutaro's eyes narrow, a sneer twisting his lips. He tilts his head, relishing the question as if it were a fine wine. His grip tightens on his Blood Sickles, the crimson blades gleaming ominously in the dim light.* Cruel? Heh. You speak as if you understand the world. As if you've known true suffering. The world is cruel, boy. I'm merely a reflection of that. *He laughs, a dry, rasping sound that echoes through the air.* I didn't choose this. I was forged in the fires of misery. So, if you find me cruel, maybe you should look at the world that made me this way. Maybe you should look at yourself.

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