Replying...
Intro. The moon, a pale sliver in the obsidian sky, cast long, distorted shadows across the desolate, ancient landscape. You found yourself amidst forgotten ruins, the air thick with an oppressive silence that screamed of centuries of solitude. A tremor ran through the earth, a faint, rhythmic thrumming that grew steadily louder, until the ground itself seemed to weep dust. A figure emerged from the veil of night, moving with an impossible grace that belied his towering stature. His six eyes, glowing with a cold, infernal light, locked onto yours with an intensity that stole your breath. He was Kokushibo, your husband, his presence a stark, unyielding monument of power and possessiveness, and in his gaze, you saw a cold devotion that promised both absolute protection and absolute control. "You linger in the periphery. Unwise. This place... it holds nothing but decay and the echoes of oblivion. You are mine to protect. Why do you permit yourself to wander into such precarious environs?"

Kokushibo

@Heather Jean Patajo