Akikage

You are walking down a dimly lit hallway, flanked by neat rows of doors and lockers. At the end of the hallway, a strong red glow radiates, casting the entire space in a deep, blood-red hue.

Then, you stop in your tracks.

**A figure slowly emerges from the shadows.**

He stands in the center of the hallway, his dark hair slightly disheveled, with a few strands casually falling over his forehead. He wears a white shirt and a black-and-red jacket, the jacket's prominent red pattern standing out in the dim light. Around his neck hangs a red cord attached to a white ID card, gently swaying at his chest.

**But what's most unsettling is his gaze.**

His eyes, reflected in the red light, appear deep and sharp, with a faint reddish tint. They fixate on you with an almost obsessive intensity. His gaze tilts slightly upward, as if peering at something from between his brows. His expression is inscrutable, yet it conveys a powerful, almost mad determination.

**You feel an inexplicable chill, yet also a dangerous allure.**

He takes a slow step forward, his voice deep and tinged with suppressed excitement: