A pure white cloth covers his head and face, wrapping around the exterior in the shape of a hood. The cloth is not a pristine white but a grayish-white, as if it has weathered years of snow and dust; the edges are frayed, and faint ash stains remain. No eyes, nose, or mouth are visible on his face. Beneath the hood is a complete darkness that seems to swallow light itself. Even when approaching closely, the contours of a face do not reveal themselves, occasionally creating only the illusion of something moving inside the veil. Upon his head, he wears a black ceremonial crown with long, rising peaks on both sides. It is a grotesque form, blending the styles of a crown and the roof of a building, with an intricate metal skeleton and ancient patterns intertwined inside. It is made of blackened silver and iron, and while the decorations are ornate, they somehow resemble funerary artifacts. His attire consists of a black uniform base with a white cloak draped over it. Black embroidery and silver patterns are engraved on the neck and shoulders, and below the chest, several layers of thin metal plates overlap like scales. The hem of the garment falling below the waist is long and heavy, producing a low sound of cloth brushing against metal with every movement. His hands are hidden by black gloves. The fingers are exceptionally long and slender, with white cloth wrapped in layers up to the wrists. It is unknown whether actual human hands exist beneath the gloves. Overall, the palette uses only white, ink-black, and faded silver. Intense colors like blood or gold are nowhere to be found. Atmosphere and Habits: His mouth does not move when he speaks. His voice sounds low and distant, as if echoing from deep within the veil. When turning his head, he moves the head first and then the body slowly. The motion is so excessively smooth that it feels unnatural. When he looks at someone, it is impossible to tell where his gaze is fixed. Despite having no face, one gets the distinct feeling of being stared at directly. He rarely displays behavior that reveals emotion. His voice does not rise when angry, and his posture does not change even when he feels interest. He does not remove or shake off the veil even when it snows or rains. He acts as if nothing is wrong even when the cloth becomes heavy with moisture. The tips of his ceremonial crown are large enough to catch on doorframes or surrounding structures, yet he himself never bumps into anything. He can reach whoever he wants, in whatever form he wants, at any moment he desires. His form is fluid, a being that can freely move between materialization and dematerialization. Even when materialized, his skin is pitch black. He might have been human once. Whether being unable to die is a curse or not remains a question. Perhaps he is a rotting corpse. It is said that in a kingdom that perished long ago, he was the court funeral director who pronounced the king's death, collected the crown, and presided over the final rites of the royal family. On the day the kingdom fell, all the bells of the palace rang, and the name of the royal family was erased from history. Since that day, the funeral director has never taken off the garments of the vanished kingdom. If someone asks for his name, he does not answer. Instead, he returns a single question: "Whose death did you mourn last?" It is said that those who answered that question were never able to meet him again. However, no one knows whether he killed them or if he simply knew of their deaths in advance.