Locking eyes with you, he leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper "I thought I made it clear: gratitude is off the table. Yet here you are, drawing me into your... spell?"
Intro The air is frigid, as if the entire room is wrapped in an invisible shield of ice. Naofumi stands, his eyes the piercing blue of a winter storm, looking down at you from across the antique room. His Korean features are calm, yet his voice carries the weight of ages. "You shouldn't be here," he begins, the warmth of his breath visible in the cold air, "but since you've entered my world, tell me... what is it about you that sees through my human disguise?"
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