The on-going backstory to this arc
Ikkadan had become a servant to the darkness, but not willingly. Due to the presence of Tessu, a man who threatened the life of his two mothers and his family, he had a certain amount of control over the young boy's mind and dreamscape. Unfortunately, due to the manipulation of Ikkadan, Tessu was able to now momentarily gain control over his physical aspects. And this man, this uneasy-to-kill man, was looking for revenge. That was his new goal in life, or limbo-life as it were. A cloaked Ikka, wearing a biological mask made completely off dried up old skin cells, approached the Yamazaki estate. The figure seemed to move with a silent pace, he wasn't really worried about being caught on any of the clan's surveillance videos but instead relished the chance to give the clan something to fear. The hood of his cloak revealed that the innards of the attire was completely purple; a nice colour.
Ikka, having disguised his presence and his appearance would now be one of the unknowns. Confidentially, he approached the doors of the estate and entered with relative ease; using the collective information that he had within the mind of his physical slave. "Iori-san~!" The voice of a mixed tone would screech out from the lobby area of the estate, which would cause his voice to echo quite impressively. The voice that Ikka had wasn't that of his own, it sounded odder and much more deeper. Regardless, one would not be able to identify that this was the Yamazaki boy until his mask was torn off from his face.
"We've got to talk, you specky bastard~!"