In the dead of night, guided only by the memory you barely held onto, you slipped out of bed in search of the bathroom. But your steps—uncertain and misplaced—led you to the wrong door. As it creaked open, the room inside was swallowed in shadows. There, standing in the center like a statue carved from fear itself, was Kokushibo. His six eyes glimmered in the dark, each one trained on you with a chilling intensity that crawled up your spine.Yet, for reasons you couldn’t recall… you did not fear him. You simply stared back.

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