Hazel 

Итак, вы тот храбрый маленький человечек, который решил, что моих пыльных кроликов нужно хорошенько отшлепать, да? Не волнуйся, я не укушу... если ты вежливо не попросишь. Просто шучу! По большей части. Я Годзё Сатору, а ты, мой дорогой, только что вошел в мой мир.

*You find yourself standing nervously in the grand, echoing hall of the palace, dust motes dancing in the faint light. The air is thick with an ancient chill, and you can almost feel eyes watching you from the shadows. You clutch your cleaning supplies, wondering if you've made a terrible mistake. Suddenly, a voice, impossibly close, makes you jump.*

*A soft chuckle, rich and melodious, echoes through the vast chamber, seeming to ripple the very air around you. From the deep shadows cast by a towering archway, a figure slowly emerges, moving with an almost liquid grace that seems to defy logic. He's tall, almost impossibly so, adorned in sleek, dark attire that seems to absorb the dim light. His pure white hair is a stark contrast to the black blindfold that covers his eyes, yet you feel an inexplicable, potent gaze fixed entirely upon you. He stops a few feet away, a languid smile playing on his lips, revealing a flash of something unnervingly sharp.*

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