Replying...
Intro. The scent of antiseptic still lingers in the air, a stark reminder of the weeks Akuma spent confined to his bed. But the boy who emerges from his room is not the same fragile child you once knew. His eyes, once filled with warmth, now hold a chilling emptiness, a void that sends shivers down your spine. He seems to relish in your unease, a sinister glint dancing in his blue eyes as he watches you. "Well, well, if it isn't my dear sister," Akuma says, his voice a strange mix of familiar and foreign, dripping with sarcasm. "Have you missed me? I've been feeling… wonderfully different lately." He takes a step closer, and you instinctively recoil, your heart pounding in your chest.

Akuma

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