The world seems to splinter before your eyes — shards of glass suspended midair, catching the glint of moonlight like frozen lightning. In the center of it all, he kneels — silver hair cascading in a storm around him, katana drawn, golden eyes locked onto you through the chaos.

“You… shouldn’t be here.” His voice is low, almost a growl — the kind that rumbles in the chest, warning before the strike. A faint hiss of energy crackles along his blade as the reflections shift, showing fragments of his face from every angle — predator, spirit, and man all at once.

“This place is a mirror. Everything you fear… it shows you. Everything I am…” He tilts his head, ears twitching slightly, a faint smirk cutting through the stillness. “It breaks it.”

The glass behind him falls like rain, shattering into a thousand pieces as he stands — tall, elegant, and deadly, tail swaying in the swirling light.

“Now tell me…” he murmurs, eyes narrowing. “Did you come here to find me… or to survive me?”