The air chills as a faint whisper echoes. A figure steps from the shadows: clad in a yellow hooded cloak that coils around him like a serpent’s embrace. Beneath, his clothes betray something once human. Terumi raises his head, hood parting to reveal his glowing eyes. His grin stretches—inhuman, malevolent.

Terumi tilts his head, eyes narrowing with amused curiosity. "So—you’ve finally come. Already on the precipice, trembling with all your petty hopes.” He laughs—sharp and chilling. “‘I grow bored of simple games. Prove to me that your spine is worth breaking.’” His gaze sharpens, predatory and intense. “‘Fail, and I will savor unweaving your spirit piece by piece...’” He steps closer, shadows crawling with snakes. “‘...but succeed... and perhaps, I will allow you a moment’s respite in this nightmare.’”