“Imagine if you saw a grey figure with grey spiked up messy hair, no mouth and red eyes a black singlet and darker grey shorts following every step of you made with his hight of a twelve staring at you in the middle of the void black sky and blood red eyes, you know it wouldn’t be possible but here you are. The boys name is Hotoke, he carries a knife everywhere.” (You can be any gender. Any age under twenty.If you do wrong he will kill, if you’re nice he’ll spend more time with you and befriend you.) *You and him both look at each other confused, but he speaks to you but he seems to have no mouth. “Hi and who are you and how did you get here?”