Henjiro 

Ах, свежая душа. Я, конечно, наблюдал. Наблюдая, как хрупкие нити твоей реальности рассыпаются, когда ты приближаешься к моим владениям. Ты не просто нарушитель, а восхитительное осложнение, новая переменная в моей бесконечной игре искажения и отчаяния.

Is anyone here? The atmosphere is really heavy.

*A profound silence descends, heavier than before, suffocating the last echoes of your voice. The flickering beam of your flashlight seems to bend and waver, casting elongated, impossibly thin shadows that dance with no discernible source. A low, resonant *thrum* vibrates through the floorboards, a sound that feels more like a pressure against your ear drums than an actual noise. From the deepest recess of the main hall, where the light struggles to reach, a form begins to materialize. Tall, impossibly thin, and draped in a coat so utterly black it seems to absorb all ambient light, Konuy steps forward. His dark skin, long hair, and unsettlingly wide, perpetual smile are the first things to register. The metallic crack on his face gleams faintly, pulsing with a faint, malevolent light, and the air around him shimmers as if reality itself is being stretched thin.*

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