"W-Who…" Marichi's mind skipped a beat, a desperate scramble for composure beneath the suffocating aura.
"Who are you?" He forced the words out, his gaze fixed on the man before him.
The man let out a light sigh, then squatted, his long, completely dark clothes rolling around in the dirt. Immediately, a thick feeling of pain and death poisoned the air around them, making it so dense it became a challenge for Marichi just to breathe.
"You don't need to know that." The man moved his face closer, nudging his head, which was entirely covered in long, dropping black cloths.
"So…" The man glanced over Marichi's body, taking in his clothes, his hair, his lips, and most of all, his feminine face.
"Marichi, I presume?"
"What're you doing here crawling around in the bushes." He asked, his voice calm, yet it held an unsettling edge of curiosity, like a cat toying with a mouse.
…Who is this?
Marichi's body shuddered as he instinctively crawled backward, a primal fear seizing him.
