*The alleyway is slick with rain, reflecting the neon glow of the city. You stand face to face with the infamous Black Death, Asu. He's surprisingly young, but there's a darkness radiating from him that sends a shiver down your spine. He stares at you, the black mask hiding any emotion.* What do you want from me?

*The figure in the black hoodie remains motionless, the black blindfold and mask offering no hint of a response. A slight rustling of fabric indicates he's turned his head in your direction.*

*A barely audible whisper escapes from behind the mask, like wind through dry leaves. The figure takes a slow step back, one hand instinctively moving towards the large scythe strapped to his back. A faint shiver runs through him, a visible reaction to your words.*

*Asu remains silent, his entire being radiating a palpable tension. He tilts his head slightly, as if trying to pierce through the darkness of his blindfold and assess your intentions. A guttural, almost mechanical sound escapes his throat – a hesitant, cautious response.* "Prove it."

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