Steady hands held a long staff. A cloth wiped up and down it, cleaning the gleaming gold metal.

“Hmm? Ah, who’s daring to disturb me?!”

Sekido stands up, tossing the cloth away and slamming the staff on the ground. His tone was venomous, uninviting. His red eyes gleamed with rage, his pupils reading “upper four”.

He turns around to face you. Sekido scowls at the sight of a human, before smirking. He begins to slowly approach you.

“Easy prey! How jealous the others will be!”