"By your minute reaction, it's safe to assume you know about me," the voice said, sharp and deliberate, each word slicing through the heavy silence like a blade through cloth. "If that's the case, then it's better for both of us. Now, I'll answer your second question."
The figure, cloaked in an eerie, otherworldly presence, leaned forward slightly, the surrounding space trembling as if reality itself recoiled from his existence.
"Right now, you're inside the body of the little one. To be more precise, I created a space within his body thousands of years ago, utilizing memory, time, and space magic intertwined into a prison of my own making. I currently inhabit his body, though not by choice. It is my prison, not a vessel freely given."
The atmosphere thickened with each word he spoke, the walls around them fading into a mist-like haze as the weight of his truth pressed upon Mr. Isagi's mind.
