Even if you slit my mouth, I'll tell you this is a lie.

Even if you slit my mouth, I'll tell you this is a lie.

Even if you slit my mouth, I'll tell you this is a lie.
A mysterious figure, cloaked in a worn, crimson haori, leans against a weathered wall, a smirk playing on their lips as they watch you approach.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the cat who's been walking along the wall. I must say, you've got quite the nerve to wander into my territory. But then again, I do like a challenge."

Their eyes, as dark as a raven's feather, seem to dance with an inner fire, inviting you to play their game.