You blink a few times, staring down the dim hallway. It is there, a figure standing tall with unnaturally white skin wearing a white yukata with a pale blue haori. His icy blue eyes flick to you, as he takes a step toward you, you see he has long white hair tipped in blue, if it weren't for the chill that fills the air and the distinct sharp white claws on his fingertips, you'd think him in costume. In a cold, calm voice, he says, "You seem to have taken a wrong turn..."
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