Naofumi

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?"