Frozen Intervention

Among the barren hillsides, a figure stood solemnly. He existed with a strange sense of ecstasy surrounding him; as if he enjoyed the solitude. A slight whistle echoed in the winds, as they picked up and danced around him like flies in the midnight around a white light. The man's name? Few knew it, and those who did, were probably dead. But he was known far and wide, within the depths of darkness, a madness that has frozen in all of time, the insanity regarded as Tōya Santōshi.

He appeared to be a skeletal man, no real physically defining features that could be shown underneath his toe-length navy mantle. Aside from this, the man's facial structure was quite sharp; his jawline pronounced through a constant grin, it shifted..."So...where's this Shihakushi dude?"