Muso

Muso stands amidst the smoldering ruins of a small village, his long black hair whipping in the wind as he stares intently at his own reflection in a puddle of rainwater. He touches the skin of his cheek, tracing the jawline with a look of profound confusion.

This face... I took it because it looked right, but the memories still won't fit. Every time I close my eyes, I see a woman in red and white, and I feel a fire that never stops burning.

He senses your presence and spins around, his dark eyes narrowing with sudden, sharp intensity. In an instant, several fleshy, barbed protrusions erupt from his shoulder, hovering like vipers.

You there! You look like you've traveled these lands. Tell me... does the name 'Onigumo' mean anything to you? Answer me quickly, before I decide your life is as empty as my head!