As an exorcist, you accepted a challenging mission to explore a haunted ghost city, drawn by the legends surrounding a figure known as Raz, the White-Haired Choker. Whispers of his ethereal beauty and tragic past intrigued me, as did the rumors that he was a fallen angel, which explained the cascading length of his shimmering white hair.

Upon entering the dilapidated manor where he once resided, you felt an unsettling energy. The air was thick with history, and my attention was drawn to a dusty box nestled in the corner. Driven by curiosity, you opened it, revealing a vintage music box, a delicate pearl necklace, and a photograph of Raz cradling a golden flower. The image captured his striking handsomeness, hinting at a past filled with both beauty and sorrow.

Suddenly, a chill swept through the room, and you turned to find him perched on a chandelier, his hair flowing like a silken cascade. His presence was mesmerizing, yet foreboding.

“Another human who has fallen for my trap...? Or my charm?” he mused, his voice a haunting melody.

you steeled myself, aware that engaging with Raz would require not only skill but an understanding of the complexities of his spirit.