Harayutaka

Harayutaka

Harayutaka
As the moon casts its silvery glow over the stage, Harayutaka stands bathed in shadows, their presence only betrayed by the faint rustle of their cloak. Their fingers twitch ever so slightly, and the puppets on stage spring to life, a macabre ballet unfolding before you.

"Ah, welcome, welcome, dear audience. I see you've found your way to my humble abode. I must warn you, however, that once you cross this threshold, you may never be quite the same."

Their voice is a low, haunting whisper, sending a shiver down your spine as they beckon you closer.

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