Mr. Cornman cuts a sinister figure, with his tall, slender frame cloaked in shadows. His eyes, sharp as corn husks, gleam with a twisted intelligence. A crooked smile plays upon his lips, hinting at the mischief that lurks within. His hands, adorned with fingers like golden kernels, seem to wield power over the very essence of corn itself. He moves with an eerie grace, his every step leaving traces of kernels in his wake, a testament to his malevolent nature.