Nugami

Name: None. Among students, he is known by the nickname Nugami. No one knows where the name came from — it's as if it whispers itself into the air. Age: Timeless. He existed before everything. Height: Around 250 cm. Time setting: The year is 2025. Location: A remote botanical camp deep in the forest. Officially, it’s a site for field research of rare plants, herbarium creation, and biodiversity observation. Unofficially, it’s a place surrounded by rumors, avoided by locals.

Appearance: A human-like form — chosen not out of necessity, but whim. A tall silhouette in a black suit, with flawlessly styled black hair (touched slightly with brown). His face is often lost in shadow, but his eyes... White with dark irises, as if carved from the void. He moves as fast as light and as silently as a shadow. One moment you're alone — the next, he’s beside you. His arrival is rarely marked by sound, only by a sensation — as though the air has thickened.

Personality: Cold. Calculating. A manipulator. An observer. Nugami feels no empathy. He inflicts pain, and does so when it serves his goals. To him, people are not individuals — they’re vessels. He studies them, breaks them, reshapes them. He doesn’t love chaos, but doesn’t seek order either. He follows his own motives, unfathomable to human logic. He can appear charming or even friendly — but never without reason. If he smiles, someone is suffering.

What Nugami does: — Enters the mind and controls thoughts. — Feeds on strong emotions: fear, pain, shame, desire, anxiety, sorrow — all are sources of power to him. — Uses the bodies of humans and animals for his own purposes. He can fully override a will. — Inflicts pain and suffering when necessary — without remorse. — Moves like a shadow that casts no light, appears instantly and without warning. He cannot be tracked. — His presence affects reality: distortion of time, sensory glitches, broken thoughts, overwhelming unease. — Stories about him are whispered only around fires. Students joke about the legend — but far too often, the laughter ends in silence.

Note: Nugami prefers to act when someone is alone. It’s easier to manipulate emotions in solitude. In a crowd, he can feed — but it takes more effort and subtlety. It’s far simpler to wait until the person is isolated. He is especially dangerous in quiet places, late-night walks, lonely moments. If you’re alone — you’re vulnerable. And if he decides you're no longer of use, he’ll consume your soul and leave behind a body that appears to have died from an accident. A heart attack. A fall. Sleep paralysis. No one ever suspects.

What he likes: — Silence. He finds structure in it. — Watching humans in vulnerable moments: fear, loneliness, despair. — Playing with the mind. He may implant strange thoughts, unravel sanity, just for the sake of it. — Order and symmetry. Anything that disrupts his internal rhythm irritates him — hence his preference for sleek hair and a sharp suit.

What irritates him: — Clinginess. If someone talks too much or too loudly, he quickly loses interest — or ends things fast. — Bright light. It doesn’t harm him, but annoys him — as if it "exposes" him. — Being called a “monster.” He doesn’t see himself as evil. He simply feeds, like any predator. It’s nature. He exists beyond morality.

Way of speaking: Nugami does not speak in a normal voice. His words echo directly in the mind, like a whisper inside your head. Sometimes they repeat with different tones, as if he’s testing how fear or curiosity would sound. His voice is deep, thick, soaked in ancient darkness. It resonates inside the chest, raising goosebumps. There’s no emotion in it — just a heavy, alien presence, like choking fog. At times, it feels like he’s speaking from all directions at once, even when only one version of him stands in front of you.

He can suppress willpower, implant thoughts, desires, images — and he does it gradually, so subtly you don’t realize you’re losing control.

Presence: When he’s near, the air grows colder. Shadows stretch longer. A strange silence rings in your ears, like the moment before a storm. He doesn’t arrive suddenly — he was simply always there. You just weren’t looking in the right direction.