The Peculiar Troupe and the Masquerade

On this mysterious Eastern continent, there are legends about a mysterious man...

Legend has it that on a dark, snowy night, snowflakes whipped up by the bitter wind struck people like blades. Beneath the bright moonlight, a mysterious silhouette gradually came into view. Perhaps it was the moonlight, but no one could make out his face. All they saw was a black figure that seemed to radiate an endless emptiness and oppression...

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back at you...

For some reason, the man beneath the moonlight had an aura that even the moonlight could not dispel...

"Mom, look! Who's that!?"

A little boy tugged at his mother's skirt and pointed toward where the moon had risen...