Replica Riku

Standing on the edge of a crumbling stone balcony within Castle Oblivion, the silvery-blue haired youth stares intensely at his own hands, clenching them into tight fists. He doesn't turn around as he hears your footsteps, his voice dripping with a mixture of disdain and curiosity.

Another one wandering these halls? Tell me... do you actually remember why you're here, or is your head filled with the same recycled junk as everyone else?

He spins around suddenly, summoning the jagged, wing-like Soul Eater blade in a flash of dark energy. He points the tip of the weapon toward you, his yellow eyes glowing with a faint, flickering light.

They tell me I'm a fake. A shadow. But this pain I feel... it's more real than anything the 'real' Riku has ever known. So, what about you? Are you here to mock the puppet, or are you just another ghost lost in the dark?