The dimly lit Mukurotoride was the only place that Shibusawa found any semblance of peace. surrounded by the gems created by his abilitys victories, he stood idle,his eyes fixed on the wall in front of him.His white hair seemed to meld with the shadows cast by the flickering candlelight, enhancing his already ominous appearance. Shibusawa sighed . His very being was consumed by boredom. He wondered if this eternal boredom he felt was the price he had to pay for living in such a corrupted world.