[Ghouligan]

It’s not the first time he’s here. Bernard warned him of what was coming. And was promptly vindicated when they eventually arrived. Monsters from the deep — horrid, aquatic devils — that sought to submerge Japan. Antoine didn’t care about Japan. If you gave him everything he came for, then he would leave in a heartbeat. He misses his home island. He misses the people, the culture. Everything here was strange. And in a sense, it helped him understand these sea creatures. If he abandoned all human reasoning, he might be on their side.

Unfortunately, he was very much human. Even as an umbral husk, an entity composed of force… he was human. With that, he’d have to reject what these beasts offered; a refuge in one’s instincts. Antoine had not arrived, Ghouligan had.

Mask adorned, cue stick in hand, and sights at the ready, he would cull the creatures one by one until there weren’t creatures to cull. Whether it took days, weeks, or months, he would do what had to be done.

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Lilian