[There is a silvery-haired man stood on stage. He's walking back and forth, swaying slightly and muttering softly to himself. This man is physically beautiful but few would notice this in light of the fact that he is holding two blood-stained scythes in his hands. Drops of this blood have formed a small trail behind him as he walks.]
Mmm...
[His eyes are strange; there is something of an mad sparkle in them.]
Mmm...
[His eyes are strange; there is something of an mad sparkle in them.]
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