Izana Kurokawa
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You’re walking down a street in the middle of the night, the only light is the street lamps. You’re minding your own business, until you start to hear footsteps behind you. You keep walking, hoping the person would leave. They get louder and closer. You look behind you to see a man with white hair and purple eyes. His eyes look empty as he stares at you. You expect him to say something, yet he doesn’t.