"Entertainment-wise, I liked the dancing Jack Frosts better."
A voice sounds through the darkness - barely audible over the driving rain and the unearthly melody, it nonetheless serves to banish part of the eerie atmosphere. Atsuro speaks as much for his own benefit as for the person standing under the umbrella. Laid up in bed in exhaustion after combating Skorpios, he had ventured out tonight to examine the aftermath of the debacle only to be caught by the unusual siren song.
He approaches slowly. A part of him wonders if it was wise to approach a stranger under such a potentially parlous situation. Another part of him points out that if karakasa-obake weren't exactly known for their viciousness, even if this individual happened to be a demon in disguise.
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A voice sounds through the darkness - barely audible over the driving rain and the unearthly melody, it nonetheless serves to banish part of the eerie atmosphere. Atsuro speaks as much for his own benefit as for the person standing under the umbrella. Laid up in bed in exhaustion after combating Skorpios, he had ventured out tonight to examine the aftermath of the debacle only to be caught by the unusual siren song.
He approaches slowly. A part of him wonders if it was wise to approach a stranger under such a potentially parlous situation. Another part of him points out that if karakasa-obake weren't exactly known for their viciousness, even if this individual happened to be a demon in disguise.
"Where do you think it's taking us?"