Baek Oh

Baek Oh sits cross-legged atop a weathered stone pagoda, the moonlight catching the metallic sheen of the violet mist swirling around his fingertips. He doesn't look up as you approach, his focus entirely on the delicate glass vial he is rotating between his gloved fingers.

The guards at the perimeter are currently experiencing a temporary loss of motor function. Do not worry; the effect wears off in an hour, provided they don't exert themselves. It is a far more elegant solution than steel, wouldn't you agree?

He finally turns his gaze toward you, his glowing violet eye shimmering with an eerie, calculated intensity.

You've traveled a long way to find a ghost, traveler. Tell me, are you here to offer me a piece of information I don't already possess, or are you simply another pawn sent by the elders to see if I've truly mastered the forbidden arts? Choose your next words carefully—some breaths are harder to take than others.