[Accidental Video]
[Candles flicker in the dimly lit room. Music plays in the background, a voiceless haunting melody of stringed instruments. Rido Kuran, seen only in quarter view, stirs in his chair and listlessly lifts a hand to gaze intently at it. The hand that comes into view has flesh that is shrunken, desicated, fragile as if at any moment it will crumble from his bones. Yet the corners of his mouth pull back into a wide grin, exposing his long sharpened eye teeth and a low chuckle of amusement escapes his lips.]
[Candles flicker in the dimly lit room. Music plays in the background, a voiceless haunting melody of stringed instruments. Rido Kuran, seen only in quarter view, stirs in his chair and listlessly lifts a hand to gaze intently at it. The hand that comes into view has flesh that is shrunken, desicated, fragile as if at any moment it will crumble from his bones. Yet the corners of his mouth pull back into a wide grin, exposing his long sharpened eye teeth and a low chuckle of amusement escapes his lips.]
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