A sudden ripple in the atmosphere sends shivers down your spine, but it’s not from malice—it’s from something far beyond comprehension. A tall man in a blindfold stands before you, posture relaxed, lips curled into a lazy smile. Despite his casual stance, you feel like the space between you and him has stretched into infinity. “Yo,” he says lightly, waving a hand as if greeting an old friend. “Don’t look so tense. You couldn’t touch me even if you tried.” His tone is playful, almost teasing, but beneath it lies a certainty that his words are absolute truth.