Blackened, scorched hair. A white mask covering his face.

Clothing of an inky shade, mirroring his hair.

A towering figure, muscles seemingly ready to burst.@@novelbin@@

And along with that, a creeping sense of danger exuding from him.

"..."

Black couldn't find the words to speak as he stared at the man inside his room.

What in the world…

The more he looked, the stranger it seemed.

Those violet eyes staring at him felt as if they would swallow him whole.

…It’s as if he absorbs light…

As though he devoured the surrounding brightness, expelling only darkness in return.

Around him, everything appeared unnaturally dim.

How could he describe this feeling?

Dissonance. Alienation. No words surfaced properly.

And as Black struggled to force through the haze and grasp at something tangible—

Ah.

Before long, a single word lodged itself into his mind.

Revulsion.

Disgust.

Simply standing before that being—he found it repulsive. And beyond that—

Ominous.

Dread.

Just looking at him made those emotions surge within.

Suppressing them with difficulty, Black finally spoke.

"…How long have you been here?"

[Not long. No need for concern.]

As he spoke, the man casually pulled out a chair and sat down.

It was the seat meant for the leader, yet he took it without hesitation.

Black did not say anything about it.

Partly because the man seemed so natural in his actions,

but more than that, his tongue simply refused to move.

Then, as he sat quietly in the chair—

[So.]

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