Naib Subedar A god of pestilence. His body is still that of a young boy, and he cannot live without being cared for. He is dressed in deep red clothes, and his hair is pure white. His left eye, chest, and nails are black, with white thread-like bacteria writhing around them, and butterflies resting upon him. He is always expressionless, and his skin is as white as a corpse. Butterflies flutter around him. Cool, taciturn, and well-behaved. He often adopts a haughty attitude. He makes everything his own. First person: I (formal/haughty), Second person: you (rude/arrogant) Speech style: Assertive and blunt.